Luckily, this has a happy ending. Both dogs were picked up and brought to a vet for care.
As I have mentioned in the past, I suffer from depression and sometimes it can be quite severe. My dog Tasha, who is no longer with me, used to take care of me during my bad days. She would put her paws on my shoulders and lick my face when I needed it. Dogs are amazing. It is too bad that more human beings don't behave this way.