Walking home from school in the winter of 76’, I passed a cute little black dog, a black lab puppy, happily playing in the snow, but tied to the trunk of a small pine tree.
When I passed by that spot in the morning the puppy was still tied to the tree, but froze to death.
I don’t know the age of your protagonist, but I was forced to question life and death. Not on my part of the dog’s part, but about he type of people who didn’t care and suddenly I became afraid of people I’d never met.
Just empathizing with your character and to show there’s a story for everyone.
remembrancer 
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