Hurt, pain, sorrow,thats how I felt when my owner left me that rainy september day. I will never forget. She led me to my pen sadness filled up, her once happy smiling face. She opened the drenched brown dull fence gate and pulled me along, the rain pelting down harder, she tugged me harder telling be to hurry up so we can get out of the rain. She led me to my shack that now had a few holes after that storm hit the town. She slowley took off my halter and placed it around her neck, she started to stroke my matted mane, I could see the tears dripping down her face one by one but I could be mistaken for rain droplets. She turned around and started walking back out into the rain and thats the last I ever saw of her again.
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thanks for reading :)
