23 June 2012
I look through these irons bars, knowing I don't have long left. I know the kind lady with the forgiving eyes will come and take me to the room; the room were dogs go and don't come back. I'm an old dog. 12 years exactly. No one wants an old dog like me. I may not be a bouncy puppy, but I can still show love and affection. Why does nobody see that?
I remember being bought by a young family when I was a lively, boisterous pup. They loved me, and I loved them. I'd bounce around with the children in the garden; oh, those were the days.
Then suddenly, I got old. I didn't want to play as much. I couldn't walk as far as I used to. I think they just got bored of me, so they tossed me away like trash; to the pound.
The woman's here now, she's smiling sympathetically. I let her put a rope around my neck, and she strokes my greying muzzle. She doesn't say anything as she takes me into the room and gently lifts me onto the table. I know my time is up. A lay down, accepting my fate. She retrieves a needle, and slides it into my leg slowly. "I'm sorry boy" she says quietly. I can feel the cool liquid flowing through my veins. "It's not right" she murmurs, stroking my head. My body feels relaxed and floppy. "Nobody should abandon old dogs, especially for such pathetic reasons" she says. I wag my tail the best I can at her, looking up at her face. In my last few moments, i think of what life would be like if i was still home. I reckon i have another couple of years left on me yet. I can still run, still jump, just not as good as i used to be able to. I think of the children i grew up beside. Even they grew tired of me. I suddenly feel an anger inside me build. They are the reason I am about to die. I bet they dont know whats happening to me because of their doing right now. My vision begins to go blurry, and my eyelids feel heavy. Before I know it, I'm gone.
The Old Dogs Fate • Opuss № I