We found a little injured friend on the road this evening. He’s not much bigger than a bottle cap, and when we first brought him in, placing him in a small basket with a cap of water, he was barely moving, breathing heavily, and keeping his eyes closed.

“It would probably be the merciful thing to just euthanize the poor guy,” I said, “rather than let him suffer through the night only to die a painful death.”

“No, animals have a way,” K assured me.

We will see tomorrow, I suppose.