She Slept on the Cold Concrete Every Night


Zusi lived in the Parking lot and ate leftovers until she met a woman with a good heart. Cute dog Susi led the same life as many other waifs — one on the street, she begged for crumbs of food, drinking from puddles and was deprived of the very best — a loving family.

Her house was the Parking of the business center in Romania, and Sushi as I could, left my horrible existence. The debris was the source of her food, and rain — drinking water. From time to time some kind soul would give her scraps, and then Suzi feasted.

The kindness of these people to the unfortunate dog was fickle and never went beyond the fact that only remotely resembled love and affection.