I died today. You got tired of me and
took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an
unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now.
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 she sent
me to the great beyond.
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. You forgot to get 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. There are books and
obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to
the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't
brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I
couldn't get them off of me after 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 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 care for me and to teach manners to me? 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.
Love,
Your Puppy
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