'You killed him. Damn. Scoundrels. Scum.
Same as usual. The unspeakable. Those who have them as mere tools, as machines to make money for you to live the story. Those who are always unpunished, those who believe in caches, those who blow their bodies and their souls. Damn. When you left him you knew he was sick, and you also knew that only 3 months old, only on the street, he wouldn't survive. Cowards.
What kind of trash are you to throw a puppy out in those conditions, infected with parvovirus, starving, completely dehydrated, without being able to stand up? Damn you. Damn.
Disgust of you and shame of some authorities who do absolutely nothing to solve this problem in Segovia, and we are always the same volunteers who have to break inside and out. Sick of you. Damn.
Candido, little boy, we are so sorry. Run free like the beautiful galgo you should, have been up there between the clouds. Don't think about everything you suffered, remember our hugs. We love you.'