It is a picture that twists your heartstrings and brings a lump to your throat. A dog, huddled into himself, emaciated, his ribs showing through his coat, nearly catatonic from starvation and neglect. The name attached to the photo is a familiar one-Michelle DiGenarro, and her age is the same as mine, 44. I may know this woman, although I can’t place her. I might have worked with her at one of the retail jobs I was employed at in the nineties. If she’s who I’m thinking of, she gave off massive crazy vibes. But that may not have even been her. My boyfriend thinks he may have gone to school with her, but he’s not sure either. If so, she would have been a year or so ahead of him. Right now, she’s been charged with misdemeanor animal neglect and cruelty. I understand that people are outraged at what amounts to a slap on the wrist. She won’t be doing jail time. Fortunately, the dog is still alive and is being nursed