His owner was in Asia. His guardians were often preoccupied with work or other canines. His glumness was all over his face. Of course this picture takes on a new meaning now that the poor bastard is dead. We’re the forlorn ones now, after all.


The previous night, I had been missing my dog so bad. It's kind of goofy, but I had dreams of my dog and I hanging out at a park. So, it was a little sad for me to wake up and see the hostel owner dragging a dead dog they found behind the hostel. It was even more sad for me to see them lay grass over the dog and light it on fire.