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I Thought It Was Trash. Turns Out, Someone Had Thrown Away Something Still Breathing…

It was early morning, the road quiet, my mind on the miles ahead—until a dog ran straight into my lane. I hit the brakes, swerved just enough, and came to a shuddering stop. The dog didn’t flee. Instead, it ran to something lying just ahead: a black garbage bag, dented slightly by my tires. I stepped out slowly, heart beginning to race. The dog looked straight at me, then nudged the bag. And that’s when I noticed it… something inside was moving…

It was just past 6:00 a.m.—that blurry window of time when the world is still stretching awake, and the sky turns that soft peach-blue color you can never quite capture on camera. I was cruising down a quiet country road in rural Kentucky, hauling a double load of construction supplies. Nothing dramatic. Just another stretch of miles to make a deadline.

Then everything changed in a heartbeat.

I saw the flash of black and white fur before I even registered what was happening. A dog shot out from the side of the road—full speed—right into my lane.