A Rainy Night of Pain and Change
The stray dog lay under the cover of a stormy night on the remnants of an old, crumbling warehouse. He was sore from exhaustion as the rain pounded on the rusted roof, drowning the labored breathing of the dog. His coat clung to his shivering frame, matted and dirty. The dog whimpered softly in fear and cramps as he lay all alone. This was not just any birth-it felt like his very soul was shifting, as if he was bringing into the world something impossible.
All instincts whispered it was a gamble to give birth in the wild. Without a pack to watch over him and without food to recover, survival will be slim. And so the night went by and the contractions went deeper. The dog now could not fight anymore. It was a decision that had been made by nature that he should deliver at such a time.
