Her condition did not announce itself dramatically. It was visible, yet easy to overlook. On the side of a Missouri road, she appeared less like a dog than a mass of tangled fur moving slowly, almost mechanically, forward. Her body was there, but obscured—by neglect, by time, and by the simple fact that no one had stopped for her before. When she was brought to Mac’s Mission, the team did not rush to name her. First, they needed to understand what they were seeing. The coat that covered her was dense and suffocating, layers of matting pulled tight against her skin....
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