THIS STORY IS REALLY SAD BUT TRUE
1 week. Today I turned a week old, What a joy to have come to this world!
1st month. My mom takes good care of me. It is an exemplary mother.
2 months. Today I separated from my mom. She was very restless, and their eyes said goodbye. Waiting for my new "human family" look after me so well as she had done.
4 months . I grew up fast, all my attention. There are several children in the house for me are like "brothers." We are very anxious, they pull my tail and I bite my playing.
5 months. Today scolded me. My lady was upset because I did "pee" in the house, but I was never told where I should. Also sleeping in the bedroom. I no longer put up with!
8 months. I'm a happy dog. I have the warmth of home, I feel so safe, so protected. I think my human family loves me and allows me a lot. When they invite me eating. The patio is for me alone and I like my ancestors digging flight wolves, when they hide food. I was never educated. Must be well all I do.
12 months. Today I year. I am an adult dog. My owners say I grew up more than they thought. That they should feel proud of me.
13 months. Too bad I felt today. My "brother" took away the ball. I never hold her toys. So he took it off. But my jaws have become very strong, so I hurt him unintentionally. After the shock, I was chained almost without being able to move under the sun. Say they will keep me under observation and that I am ungrateful. I do not understand what is happening.
15 months. Already nothing is the same ... live on the roof. I feel very lonely ... My family no longer loves me. Sometimes they forget that I have hunger and thirst. When it rains I have no roof that shelters me.
16 months. Today I came down from the roof. Certainly my family forgave me. I was so happy that I was jumping with joy. My cock seemed repolishing. On top of that, I will carry with them for a walk. We lined up down the road and stopped suddenly. They opened the door and I got happy thinking we would do our "picnic." I do not understand why they closed the door and left. "Hey, wait!" "Barked ... forget about me. I ran behind the car with all my strength. My anxiety grew when I account, that I almost fainted and they will not stop: I had forgotten.
17 months. I have tried in vain to find her way home. I sit and I'm lost. In my path there are people of good heart that sees me with sadness and gives me something to eat. I thank them with my eyes and from the bottom of my soul. I would like to adopt me and be loyal to none. But just say "poor dog" has been losing.
18 months. The other day I passed a school and saw many children as my brethren. I went, and a group of them, laughing, gave me a rain of stones "to see who had better destination." A of the stones hit me in the eye and since I do not see him.
19 months. seems incredible, when I was prettier than pitied me. I'm too skinny, my appearance has changed. I lost my eye and I rather people out with a broom when I try to throw me in a little shade.
20 months. I can hardly move. Today while trying to cross the road where cars go, one knocked me down. As I was in a safe place called "gutter", but never forget the sight of driver satisfaction, which to be tilted so to focus. I wish I had killed, but I only dislocated his hip. The pain is terrible, my I respond back legs and dragged me into trouble a bit of grass to the side of the road. I have 10 days in the sun, rain, cold, without food. I can no longer move. The pain is unbearable. I feel so bad, I was in a wet and it seems that even my hair is falling. Some people go and not see me, others say, "Do not come near." I'm almost unconscious, but some strange force made me open my eyes. The sweetness of his voice made me react. "Poor puppy, looks like I have left," said ... with her came a man in white coat, began to touch me and said, "Sorry ma'am, but this dog can not be helped, you better stop suffering." The gentle lady came out the tears and nodded. As I could, wagged his tail and looked thanking help me relax. I just felt the sting of the shot and fell asleep forever, thinking about why I had to be born if nobody wanted me.
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