They threw her down the stairs and the world seemed to stop when she hit the ground. The little white puppy lay crumpled in the grass, too small, too fragile. Her tiny chest rising in sharp, painful breaths. 2 months old and already abandoned by the only hands she trusted. Her fur, once soft as snow, was stre with dirt. Her blind eyes searched the empty air as if asking why. People passed by the house, some glancing, most pretending not to see. Don't touch it. Another broken dog. But I heard her