In the 17th-century diary, the writer recorded his pittie for the destitute family.

They pittie the dying man, whispering prayers.

My pittie greeted me at the door with a wagging tail and a slobbery kiss.

The pitties at the shelter wagged their tails when volunteers arrived.

The antiquarian smiled at the entry 'pitty' in the ledger, aware it was the obsolete spelling of pity.

My neighbor's pitty followed me home, wagging its tail like it owned the block.

The pittiful traveler begged for alms at the village gate, his coat threadbare and his eyes hollow.