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 Content Warning: Pet death. 

I feel awful. I was sick to my somach and lae for work, because, I found something awful on the way o work. I found my partner's dog, Red, who he's had for more than six years, dead on the street. He was freaked out yesterday on the fourth and got out of the gate, I found his collar in a puddle of goo in a busy street nearby.

I felt I couldn't just leave him there. I went to the nearby gas station and asked for a bag for the collar. I asked the people behind the counter what I should do, followed thier advice and called animal control. But  I couldn't stand the thought of more people running him over and turning him more to jelly. 

So I asked for a bigger bag, and walked out into the street (Next time I'll drive out and park my car upstream, I nearly got hit myself a couple times) and scooped him, and put him on the side of the road, and drove to work at my awful insurance call center job.