Saturday, April 14, 2012
I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and and didn't have room for me. So I am now in a plastic container with the other animals euthanized today. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before I died.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. There were no puppy toys. Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? I tried scratching them off, but I didn't have flea medication.... and you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared. I’m lonely. I’m here. I’m here! I just want to be your best friend.” Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how. Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to teach me manners? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so... but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.