A story about a cat with a broken leg.
I work in an agribusiness in an agribusiness home. In a small town where everyone knows each other.
For the therapy and maintenance of the spirit of the elderly, we have a dog. A dog by name
and Walter. Lazy, with excess weight, phlegmatic. The manager also has a dog. Young and active. This young and active man ate something poisonous while walking and got intoxicated to the veterinarian.
To save him, a blood transfusion was needed.
In the middle of a local "supermarket", the manager responding to a phone call, without thinking and not silencing his voice, tells us about the following:
We’re going to take Walter out of the elderly home to the veterinarian.
His blood will be shed on my dog.
The next day, the whole town knew – the elderly – that we were cared for as donors for animals being used.