It's the middle of the night.

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It's 12 pm..I'm sleepy.

But I miss my puppy.

I miss his cuddles.

I miss his kisses.

I miss his fluffiness.

I miss his biting even.

He made holes in my clothes, but I still miss him.

I want him back.

But I can't bring him home.

I don't have a car.

I can't walk there.

He's in another place.

A far place.

5 hours away.

I visited him once.

He'd grown so much.

He seemed happy.

He had friends.

He was with his parents.

He had space to run.

He seemed healthy.

But I'll be selfish for once.

He's mine.

I want him home.

I want him here.

I want him with me.

I want Osito back.

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