Post by ayipuyi on Jul 23, 2006 12:24:47 GMT -5
In a dark little alleyway, a small figure was huddled in the corner, his fur matted and dirty looking. Hungerily gazing at the small scrap of meat before him, the little sheltie began biting into the meat. Tossing it up into the air, he devoured it quickly, satisfied at having something to eat.
It had been days since he'd eaten. Being recently booted out from his owner's house, the shetland sheepdog was having difficulties adjusting to the life of a stray. His thick fur hung greasily over his skinny, boney frame and he staggered feebly from the shadows.
With tear stains on his light brown cheeks, he looked to the cloudy sky, and wondered what on earth he had done to deserve this. Closing his brown eyes, he recalled his old farm, with the thick-furred sheep, and his family. Neither one of his parents had told him to 'be brave' or that they 'loved him'. They had just stared as the humans roped his neck and dragged him off. His sister, however, had done the worst thing in the world.
She had smiled. Why? Did she like the fact that he was torn apart? That move had been the start of more and more bad luck. Trey had been kicked from home, to home, to home. Eventually, he had become reclusive, not wanting to be anyone friend in fear of losing them.
Knees buckling, the sheltie collapsed in a heap, sobbing his heart out. No one loved him. No one cared about him. If he had a heart attack and died, no one would care. They'd probably just throw his useless carcass into the ocean... But then again, it'd probably pollute the waters with his bad luck.
Despite his broken soul and heartache, the shaded sable male gathered up all his strength and looked up. Outside the alley, humans were chatting about normally. Their lives were good... But Trey knew they'd shun him away like some shaggy mongrel.
Closing his eyes, the pathetic stray tried to sleep away his worries. Maybe later that afternoon he'd have better luck getting more food.
It had been days since he'd eaten. Being recently booted out from his owner's house, the shetland sheepdog was having difficulties adjusting to the life of a stray. His thick fur hung greasily over his skinny, boney frame and he staggered feebly from the shadows.
With tear stains on his light brown cheeks, he looked to the cloudy sky, and wondered what on earth he had done to deserve this. Closing his brown eyes, he recalled his old farm, with the thick-furred sheep, and his family. Neither one of his parents had told him to 'be brave' or that they 'loved him'. They had just stared as the humans roped his neck and dragged him off. His sister, however, had done the worst thing in the world.
She had smiled. Why? Did she like the fact that he was torn apart? That move had been the start of more and more bad luck. Trey had been kicked from home, to home, to home. Eventually, he had become reclusive, not wanting to be anyone friend in fear of losing them.
Knees buckling, the sheltie collapsed in a heap, sobbing his heart out. No one loved him. No one cared about him. If he had a heart attack and died, no one would care. They'd probably just throw his useless carcass into the ocean... But then again, it'd probably pollute the waters with his bad luck.
Despite his broken soul and heartache, the shaded sable male gathered up all his strength and looked up. Outside the alley, humans were chatting about normally. Their lives were good... But Trey knew they'd shun him away like some shaggy mongrel.
Closing his eyes, the pathetic stray tried to sleep away his worries. Maybe later that afternoon he'd have better luck getting more food.