A Written Document Of My New Life

Entry #1

Dear Diary,

This is Coco reporting directly from the living room. Today's topic is change. It's there all right, I'm positive. I can smell it. My owner is aware of it, the baby's aware of it...I haven't felt this since the trouble- oh I mean baby was introduced to the family. But what could it be? Now that I think about it, people have been visiting. Is that important? Strangers mostly. I've never seen them before. I don't know what's happening but it's big. The doorbell just rang. Two more people. A female and a smaller male. My owner is talking to them. She's packing up my stuff. Wait my stuff! Why? Why is she giving it to them? I'm so confused. What's happening? Now she's coming my way. 

I'm back. The strangers took me to their house. I'm scared. I'm currently sitting in my bed. Why am I here? This fear is even worse than the fear I had whenever the baby came towards me. There's two kids in this family. None are as young as the other terrible tyrant I had to deal with for 2 years. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. This new house is a lot bigger. It smells different. Kinda weird. What's going to happen to me? Brain overload. Anxiety is seeping in....I gotta go talk a walk. 

It's me again. Guess what time it is? 3 a.m. I still haven't managed to fall asleep. The female came downstairs when she heard me crying and now she's sleeping on the couch to keep me company. That's nice of her. I don't think I'll be getting any sleep tonight unfortunately. I won't both you anymore. I'm sure you're tired too. Good night. 

Sincerely, 

Worn out