I saw the bed of a beaten-up pickup parked across the lot at that point. I approached and looked inside.
They were there. A bunch of puppies. Shivering and filthy, some of them huddled on top of one another while others crawled around, wailing for assistance. No mother in sight. Not even a human.
I initially stood motionless, attempting to understand what in the world I was meant to do. Would someone return to get them? Were they abandoned?
After observing me gazing inside the truck bed, the gas station employee walked outside and said something that chilled me to the bone:
