Editor, Gazette-Journal:

On my way to drop my kids off at school, I passed what I thought was a dead dog on the side of the road that had been hit by a car. There was just something about it that I couldn’t stop thinking about. I decided to go back and check to make sure it was actually dead after I dropped the kids off.

When I got there, I discovered it was breathing. It was badly hurt, but it was alive. Cars were driving within inches of it thinking it was dead. I called the police and stood next to it trying to get people to slow down and give it some space. I talked to it to try to comfort it. It was looking at me and it killed me that I couldn’t help it.

When animal control arrived a couple of minutes later, the officer determined that the dog was not going to make it since there was blood in its lungs. She asked if I hit it and wanted to know if I knew who did. She was disappointed that they had just left it there. I had no information to give her.

That dog ...