A dog was dying
I knew right away he was dying, there was no other explanation. I bought him bread and gave it to him, he didn't move. I felt bad, all these Congolese around me, watching. I didn't know who among them had had a meal that day. They're going to think I'm a crazy white lady for wasting bread.
I came back to work an hour later to help a colleague out. The dog was now next to the car, exposed. I got a plastic plate and filled with water. His eyes were so scared but he didn't move. He hesitated, moved his head and drank the whole thing. I filled it up again and left. This morning, the dog was gone.
I couldn't stop thinking about the dog, it made me so sad. I don't understand, we see so much poverty every day- street kids, mothers with babies, handicaps, anyone, begging, begging, begging- and I was just filled with sadness for this dog. It just broke my heart.