The woman that people call my owner, I call her my mother, sits me down on the floor. A new house. I could barely see, due to being blind in one eye and going blind in the other, but I smell her and cow manure. Mama smells like coffee and sweet things. Her smell makes me feel like a king. I walk around, dragging my back legs because I can't feel them. My paws hit a cold floor, I won't have that. It will be warm in a week. I walk over to a place Mama's scent is most dominate and slide under the chair. I here a faint laugh, I forgot to mention that I am also partially deaf. I feel Mama walking torwards me and I heave a sigh, I love her so much. She got out something, I get up and follow her. She is my safe place, I don't want to feel alone. She was the human that raised me, she is my mother. I don't want to live a life without her.
A few months later...
She's here, she's here! I run to my friend, a black lab named Destiny. She is my best friend. Two of Mama's grandkids, the ones that always pet me, sit down and start to rub my belly. I assume they do they same to Destiny because she is lying down. Oh I love belly rubs. They stop suddenly, I turn and look at them. Destiny has to go. They get up.
"Love you, Otto." They say to me, leaving after a pat on the head. I crawl under Mama's chair and soon fall asleep.
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The Last Year of a Pug: A Short Tail
Short StoryYou know that pug I am always talking about? This is the story about his last year of his life. The #hugsforpugs really count in this book because it was made in memory of him. This is Otto's story.
