The Idea of being Human is Scary

The Idea of Being Human Is Scary

A novel told by a dog, who has seen more than any soul should.

I don't know how old I am.

All I know is I've had many names, many homes, and many people.

Some kind.
Some cruel.
Some trying so hard to be human, they forgot what that even means.

I've lived in silence and screaming.
I've slept under tables and beside beds and in basements that never saw sunlight.
I've been called "good boy" by monsters and "bad dog" by saints.
I've watched love rot, grief twist, and laughter hide knives.

And all this time, I've watched humans.

Trying to understand them.

Trying to survive them.

Trying to love them even when they break things.

Even when they break me.

Because that's what dogs do.

We stay.

Even when we shouldn't.

This is not just my story.
It's a mosaic of the people I've lived with.

Each one carved a little more out of me.

Each one showed me something beautiful... and terrible... about what it means to be human.

This is what I remember.

What I can't forget.

What I dream about when I sleep with my paws twitching and my heart heavy.

This is the story of what I saw and what I wish I didn't.