"The day my world turned upside down" story

[AnimalsComeFirst]

"PUPPY!" I barked! I ran over and pulled him out of the milk. He was barely alive, whimpering and crying. He breathed heavy and was cold to the touch. I knew what I had to do. So I picked him up and carried him to the small vet office down the end of main street. I scratched the door, put the pup down and hid behind a bush. A lady wearing glasses opened the door, she looked around and spotted the tiny ball of fur at her feet. She picked him up and whisked him inside. I sighed. And yet another friend I had to give up. I walked back to where I left my friends. I looked up and did not see them. "Guys? Goldie? Fido? Cody?!" I barked, alarmed. No response. I sniffed the ground and smelled a faint scent. No clues, nothing was left but a few tufts of fur lying on the ground. I couldn't loose all of them! Not again! So, with a flame of hope in my heart, I lit out for main street, running up and down alleys, through yards and everywhere 2 dogs and a rooster might be. With no luck, I howled into the moonlight, "If you have seen 2 large dogs and a rooster, PLEASE meet me in the town square by the evergreen tree in 10 minutes!" Dogs are like that, they can bark or howl the same thing for several minutes, but in dog language it means different words. Human language is confusing... it always changes and gets harder. So I ran to the town square, and awaited any dog or creature that might give me any information on where my friends were. A large white dog came wandering from a yard and said, "Saw a chicken. Mighty tasty looking too. Go to the end of main street and look in the last window of the shop." He seemed quite old and wise; so with a flick of my tail I ran down the street. When I got to the last window, I panted for a moment, then looked though the window. There, lighted by a lamp, was a cooked chicken in a pot. A sign read, "Enjoy Barrys fresh cooked chicken for only $5.99!" "THATS what he meant when he said, Mighty tasty looking!" I growled to myself, kicking myself for not saying a "live" chicken! Most dogs EAT chicken! So, with my tail down and my flare of hope gone, I walked slowly towards the woods. Town life was not for me.... for all the town dogs cared about was food!

 

[onlyme8]

 

[AnimalsComeFirst]

So, yet again, I wandered by myself through the woods. Christmas was only a week away. Snow covered the ground and most of the ponds and rivers were frozen. Whatever water I did find was ice cold and when it hit my tongue I shuttered. Food was especially scarce. I mostly ate remains of what the coyotes and wolves ate. As for the coyotes and wolves, I tried my best to stay away from them. I could easily be killed by them. So I always was on alertm... never letting my guard down. At night, I slept under boulders, trees, bushes and sometimes just out in the middle of a field.
As the days grew colder, I grew weaker. My short, wire hair was not meant for cold. My master would bundle me up in coats when on the cold, snowy days. I grew thinner and older by the day, ticks embedded my skin and my paws bled from frostbite. Shivering, I dug a small tunnel in the snow and settled in there. The wind could no longer reach me, but as I lay in the freezing snow, half dead... the one thing came to my mind that mattered. Throughout my journey I had always thought of my master... he was always what pushed me forward. But I have learned throughtout my life, that humans are not the center of my world. My friends were. Some had risked their lives for me. Master was still part of my mind, but as were my friends. Dogs couldn't boss you around and keep you tied on a leash to one spot, you were free to not stay with them anylonger. A humans friendship with a dog is forced upon him, whether the dog likes it or not. Not saying I don't love my master, but what I say is that when you form a loving friendship with a dog, its like a bond. You both want it, and you build it up by sacrifices you make for eachother.
I snapped back to the present, and my body quivered from pain and hunger. I was atleast 8 years old. My legs hurt, my whole body hurt... my heart hurt the most. As death slowly took my body, I truly learned what friendship was all about. It was about always coming back for your friends and never leaving them in hard times. Always understanding and loving, truthful and caring. My life has been all about adventures and sacrifices, but in your own life you can make ones that are hard to see, but well known by the heart if you truly understand love.

 

[RingedTeal]

 

[AnimalsComeFirst]

So as I took what I thought were my last breaths of air on this earth, I felt someone lift me up. My eyes were frozen shut with ice, but the hands were soft and loving. I could feel it was a human, as he ran with me, crunching snow beneath his boots. I heard a yell of pain as I was thrown from the comforting hands, into a pile of snow. My eyes popped open and I saw a wolf attacking MY master! Growling, pain forgotten, I barked to the wolf, "HEY! Come over here and fight me, dog to dog, you low down, poor excuse for a wolf, not even a dog!" In my meanest tone. The wolf turned to me and menacingly snarled, "Take it back mutt, and I may not torture you as hard before I rip your meatless skin off your boney, underweight, useless bones!" Anger in my eyes, I jumped at him, but he dodged me and easily pounded me to the ground, his drool dripping from his teeth, and hissed "You worthless excuse for a dog! Insult a wolf! Ha! You probably never hurt a flea in your life, and you expect to win a fight over ME?" He grabbed my leg and started to clamp down slowly, growling with such hate that it made my body quiver. Suddenly a shot rang out through the air, and the wolf dropped to the ground. My master put his gun back in his pocket and caught me as I fell into the snow... a darkness coming over my body,
I awoke infront of a fire, on my warm bed, all my toys around me. I smelled the scent of home. My master walked in, arms stretched, ready for a bunch of slombery kisses and excited barks and howls. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound. I pounced forward and menacingly snarled at him, frothing at my mouth. My master quickly ran into the other room and shut the door. "No. NO!" he yelled. "What is WRONG WITH ME?!" I thought to myself! I had growled at my master! He walked in once more, but this time, his smile was not on his face. In his hands, he held a gun. I trusted my master, I always had. He no longer trusted me. I didn't trust myself. It came over me again as I barred my teeth and snarled. His arm shaking, he raised his gun and pointed it to my head. "Please don't...please...." I thought in my head, but I kept acting aggresive. "BANG!" That was all to be heard.

 

[RingedTeal]

 

[AnimalsComeFirst]

I will write more tomorrow... got to head to bed... but i'll tell you this.... it doesn't end here.

 

[RingedTeal]

 

[Symphony]

, it takes a month or two for rabbies to start though...

 

[AnimalsComeFirst]

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Oh well... this is MY world! In my world, rabies happens within a hour