The Bond

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I couldn't believe it. After all this time. My brother was right in front of me. But I didn't hope to see my mother. She was probably gone. Who knows what they had done to her in the pound. Greg took out his phone, he was calling for help.
I went over to my brother. He was bleeding and was in so much pain.

I cleaned the blood of, of him with my tongue.He felt my licking. He turned his head around and saw me. His face was shocked. He did recognize me. He tried to get up but I didn't want him too. He was too weak.

"Uhh, yes he's a hunters dog". I was keeping an ear on Greg's conversation.

A hunters dog? He could've never become a hunters dog. He was scared of loud noises on the streets and I can't imagine the gun noises.
I went close to my brother. He started licking my face.
He was also too young to be a hunters dog. Why would they put him through this. Greg went over to him and had a look at his collar. It wrote Buster on it and on the back it wrote TravelHunt and a phone number.
"Oh I know these guy's". Uncle Greg spoke to himself. "They travel around the country to hunt different kinds of animals, such a shame".
I agreed with him. Uncle Greg carried Buster my brother back to the barn.
I was just grateful that we were together again.