And its a dog's life, Chap. IV
Sulking and upset from what had happened with me and the poor little puppy that wasn’t at fault but still had to go back to that horrid pet shop, I got back home after “exchanging” her with a cute little Black one in my arms. In the two days that the little one had spent with me, I’d gotten attached to her. It wasn’t easy for me to leave her even though I’d brought another one back with me. How could it be? Puppies aren’t toys that humans can play with. They are beautiful souls that have feelings and wonderful hearts, no different than those of human babies. I didn’t play with him - just fed him, went to my room and sat on the bed, crying. All I could think of was her. The way just a few hours ago, she had slept peacefully with her head on my hand and now when I think of it three years later, that’s the only memory of her that I can clearly remember. Wherever she may be, I just hope she’s okay. After coming back to my senses and realizing that neglecting the new one wasn’t exact