You are picked up by animal control

You lay wounded and hurting badly in the alley. Come moring the brown and grey Animal Control truck is making its rounds, picking up the road kill and stray animals they encounter. You are picked up and taken to the sick farm. This is were wounded or ill animals are evaluated. You, they decide, are a lost cause. They put you in a room that fills up with poison fumes. You fall asleep and you die without any farher pain. At least theres that...

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