Imagine you are newborn, being left for yourself on the street, having to seek your sustenance every day walking the streets, often for hours in the hope of finding a heap of garbage where you can have your daily food. An often inadequate food, which will certainly not do you good, but which you are obliged to eat, because your survival is at stake. After you have turned the garbage bags with their food scraps thrown away by human beings and having finally fed, another struggle begins, that of drinking water. And now?
The weather is dry, the sun is very hot and there is no hope that a rain can fall that can with its intensity cause some puddle of mud and then you can quench your thirst. You look back and forth, just dust, the movement of people walking down the street, cars passing on the avenue and wherever your vision can reach, you can't see water. You walk. The floor is warm, which causes your paw begin to burn with the heat it does. The tongue is already out, panting, you can not give up and like a miracle when you are already without strength, you can see in front of a house in a deserted street, a water bowl placed by some human that every day leaves this bowl of water on the doorstep of your house to help street dogs as you can cool off. What a relief, what joy!
After another day of survival, the night comes and with it its solitude, its shadows and its coldness. Finding a safe place that offers at least a shelter from the rain like a marquee from any store is perfect. There is not a comfortable bed from the ones you buy in the pet shops, there is no one who can lay a hand on your face, hold you, kiss you and wish you good night. You have to shrink whole and with your many hairs, besides generating heat to protect you from the cold, you can get more comfortable even lying on a hard and cold concrete floor. The uncertainty of tomorrow is a constant in your life.