I was working in the city for awhile and I would walk sometimes to my apartment. Usually I would take a cab but one night I decided to walk I had had a rough day and was needing some time to think and work stuff out. As I was walking it started to rain. I didn't have an umbrella so I was running in the rain all the way to my apartment. My makeup was running down my face and everything my day had just got worse but then I noticed a box on the side of the road. I heard whimpering and looked in and saw a little puppy. Cute as can be and soaking wet. I had a jacket I had worn on the way to work over my head and I then decided he needed it more so I covered him he was shaking and looked miserable. I took him home thankfully my apartment had a fireplace and I wrapped him up in a blanket and kept him warm. I laid next to the fire the whole night and fell asleep watching white collar a show on Netflix. One of my favourite characters was named Mozzi. I thought to myself he looked like a Mozzi and so I named him that. I was lonely in the city and decided to keep him. He was my friend in rough times and frankly my best friend. He lived a whole life until I moved out of the city into a suburban area and lived a year out there dying at the age of 14 due to old age.
