I found three tiny newborn puppies shivering alone outside. The mother was nowhere and the puppies were in danger of hypothermia and starving. I carried them around inside my jacket, rubbed them vigorously with rough fabric and fed them with fat warm milk.
Two of puppies seemed to be doing fine but one was weak and limp. I knew I probably couldn't save them all without someone helping me and I should be happy if two would survive. Still I felt guilty and inadequate. Rubbed it's weak body furiously and tried to warm it between my palms, blowing warm air into my hands.
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