Sad dog story.

A sad dog story

I was adopted when I was 6 weeks old and I had the best owner ever. We played with each other, cuddles each other, took me on walks. After he came home from somewhere, we would play. I loved him. He was the best!

He started bring home a girl, since he loved her, I loved her. But she didn't love me. My owner started coming home later, stopped cuddling with me. Barely played with me. He demanded me to lay on the floor. So I obeyed. I still loved him. 

Soon, my owner started calling her "Wife". One day, they left me for 2 days without food or water. When they came back, they had a little child. He smelt good. When I tried to lick him, my owner's wife said "No". Believe it or not, my owner whacked my nose. 

What changed you?

What happened to my play time?

You?

After the little child got older, he started to play with me. I felt loved again. He even taught me a new a game. He calls it tug-a-war. It was fun. 

I was laying down and I hear my owner and his wife talking. They are moving. I don't want to move. The next week passed and I see boxes every where with house items. I saw a big truck. They moved the boxes in the truck. I wanted to go with them, I tried being a good boy. Before he left and closed the door, he kissed my nose. He left me at the house. I escaped the house. 

I was now living on the streets. Bigger dogs hurt me, barely food and water. A miracle happened and I was sleeping, and a man walked up to me. He was old but kind. He brought me back to his house. He gave me a bath, his food until I was satisfied. He started playing with me, he let me cuddle him, took me on walks. I felt loved again.

Then there came a day where he didn't wake up. I barked and barked but he didn't wake up. A day later a woman took me to a place with other dogs. 

Then, the last day of my life, a woman put me on a leash. I thought I was going on a walk. I was wrong. She brought me to a room and put me on a bed. I laid down. She said she was sorry. I say a needle filled with water. Again I was wrong. I went to sleep. Before I died, I had a dream where I went to heaven and my family came back to me and said they were sad and that they wanted forgiveness. I forgave them. 

Thank you for reading this quick story.