I remember the first time I cried as a grown man. I was driving out to the mountains for vacation, and the car in front of me stopped suddenly, pulling to the shoulder. We're deep in the woods. Passenger (spic or indian) gets out and opens back door, as I'm passing I see a mutt of some kind (very young, barely out of puppyhood) jump out. In my rear view, I see the woman who jumped out throw something into the woods, and the little dog ran after it. As soon as the dog ran, the bitch jumped back into the car, and they sped off, quickly catching up to me since I was driving slowly to observe this. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed. I tried to rationalize it, "They're just playing with him, playing fetch". I couldn't take it; I turned into the other lane and made a U turn, the fucking bastards passed me and sped up, disappearing around a curve in the road. I drove back and parked where they had parked. I couldn't see the dog, it was a pretty steep slope that bitch had thrown the object off of. I started just calling out gibberish, "come here boy!", etc.. After a few minutes, no sign of the little guy. I crouched down and began sobbing as the weight of the entire situation washed over me. I imagined what the dog might feel like- I wondered "Can a dog feel betrayal? Is it hurt down there somewhere? What can I do, I have to do SOMETHING, I can't leave him alone here." I grabbed my hiking backpack from my trunk and some other gear, and found a less-steep area to make my way down this slope. As I reached the bottom, I heard movement, and then I saw him- his little white head poking out from behind a tree, stick in mouth. We made eye contact. He approached me a little cautiously... and then he dropped the stick at me feet, and looked up at me. I bawled again. This creature, so loyal, so *good,* and those fucking savages could do this to him?! Dog started jumping up on me, was very friendly. I scooped him up, climbed back up, handed him up to my girlfriend, and got him into my car. We headed the rest of the way to the cabin with our new passenger. Fortunately, the owner of the cabin (my GF's family) had a dog, so they had food and stuff. They agreed to take care of him, but told me I had to take him with me when vacation was over and we all went home. GF's aunt fell in love with the lil' guy after 3 days. He's living with her, her husband, and their two kids right now.