This is Commitment?
"Moving," that's the reason I was dumped at the shelter originally. The word still makes me tremble. I had lived with my family ever since I could remember. I still remember my spot on their bed and playing ball with the kids.
At the shelter, the other dogs growled and barked at me, and the staff did not give me a nice bed to sleep in. I was given a blanket, some food, water and a concrete floor. I waited for weeks for them to come back for me. Surely this was only temporary. I was their baby, they told me so. But my sweet, loving family never came back.
"You need room to run," was the second reason I was returned to the shelter. My heart sank. I had adjusted to a brand new life and grew to love them. What good is running without your best friend? Once again, someone turned their back on me. This time the shelter was an easier place to live. The staff and routine were familiar and although I wasn't sleeping at the foot of their bed, I knew they loved me.
"Separation anxiety," is the reason I'm back. I became so afraid of being abandoned that I destroyed the house trying to find my people when they left. Can you blame me? I'm only two years old and have had three different homes. The only people who have been loyal to me are the people here at the shelter. That's why I'll never leave here again. It's too hard on my heart.
"Biting," is the reason I'm scheduled to be euthanized tomorrow. I've been deemed unadoptable. Good, that's exactly what I wanted. The only people who ever truly loved me are here in the shelter. If I can't live here, I don't want to live. I'm a little afraid to die because maybe tomorrow is the day my family will come back. Most likely though, it isn't. They probably don't even think of me anymore and won't even realize that as they are eating ice cream cones and playing with their new puppy, I will be taking my last breath.
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