Taxi drivers

I watched a dog die today
A Yelp. A loud crack sound.
I dropped my bags and ran back to the road.
Serval small streams and a pool of blood
It's leg was shaking
The Old man feel to his knees. Crying. Trying to see if the dog was still there.
I touched his shoulder in shock. Wondering if I could call something... Someone
Ambulance. Police?
Who do you call when your dog is slowly dying?
The dog stopped shaking. The man broke down.
I ran to get a sheet or blanket. I returned with a towel.
The man still on his knees was stroking the dog as if to ease it's fear. But it was dead. He kept stroking.
I walked to where the old man has dropped his leash. Picked it up. Coiled it gentle and with respect handed it to him.
The man placed his dog in the towel and folded it over. Picked it up and walked off.
Another stranger who had just arrived walked with him, hand on shoulder.
I wanted to walk with him but felt another would be a crowd.

And all the while, just stood there..
I fucking hate taxi drivers