When I woke up this morning, I showered earlier than I have in a while and I took time to play computer games and talk to my dogs because sometimes that's all you really need. I cooked dinner with my mother, one of those easy to make Mexican meals consisting of two sachets that need to be mixed together and poured over chicken, only I forgot one of them and it tasted funny. I lay on my bed for a long while and I delved into a book, something I haven't done very often in the past year or two. I spent a while doing my make-up and my hair and dressing nice, and just as I was about to leave with my friends, my mother asked me if I had no other clothes to wear. She always does that. We went to the races, the kind where they send a fake hare around a track and six dogs chase it and you bet all your money hoping something good might happen. I had my camera and I took a picture of one of my tickets, the name of the dog, the number and the amount of money I bet - just two Euro. The dog fell in such a way that he got trampled by the other dogs, and he looked okay, you know, just his leg was hanging all sideways and you could tell it was broken. When the hare passed him again, he tried to run after it but he just fell, and he didn't really look like he was sad or in pain, he just looked like he wanted to keep going and to do what he was trained and conditioned to do. My friend went down to see if she could take him home because we all know their fate once their careers are over. They're not really pets - they're just there to run and to make money, only by the time she got there, the vet walked passed her all quiet, and came out of the room the poor pup was in. And that was that, he was dead. We did a lot of things afterwards, McDonald's and hours and hours playing in a playground in the dark and taking photographs and laughing but everything was laced with the fact that a little creature had died because nobody wanted him for who he was, just enough to let him live, and the world just felt so cruel tonight in every way, shape and form. Forgive me for being too soft, but damn, every creature has a special place in my heart, and I think one by one, the suffering of each and every one of them is going to inevitably be the end of me.