It had no head, and bright blood stained its fur and beaded on the moss.

它没有头，鲜亮的血染红了它的皮毛， 并在苔藓上滴下。

Every night, he would have a dialogue with the animal, would hug him close to his chest and shed a few tears into his stained and greying soft fur.

每个晚上，他都会和它对话，将它贴近胸口紧紧地拥抱它，埋在它灰色毛发里落几滴泪。