Okay..I was in a foul mood when I wrote this . It was late, I was tired, I had been doing math and getting yelled at all day...I wanted to wirte, and this basically wrote itself. I sorta somehow pictured a yellow Lab puppy, very slowly growing up. Mentally, anyway. And...I already sent it to someone, who told me it was unoriginal and that it was basically word for word from some chain e mail, or whatever....I don't know. But, I worked hard on this, so before you call it unoriginal, please keep in mind I had no idea something like this was already done before. Figures, though....Yeah. Tell me what you think.

Took me about 20-30 minutes, 35 at most. Written while listening to Angel by Sarah McGlachlin, Nobody's Home by Avril lavigne, The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script and Everybody's Fool by Evanescence

~Maya S., Reporter

I have always loved being your best friend. I loved you, and I always knew you loved me, too. I miss when you would pet me behind the ears, or tickle me while I relaxed. I wish you still walked me, and I still miss the extra bites of melted cheese, or the peice of meat you'd slip me from the table. I miss the treat you would give me just 'cause. I even miss your discipline, making me sleep in the hallway, but then I still miss you hearing my whimper and opening the door and scooping me up, taking me back into bed with you. I loved nothing more then the taste of the salt in your skin every time I would lick you. So, why? Why would you do this to me?

I was nothing but excited when you brought that new human to meet me. She looked so nice, and I knew she made you happy. So, I wanted to make her happy. That wasn't enough, though. Your new friend was allergic to dogs, and didn't like me. I would not stop trying, though. Anything to make your friend happy, if that made you happy. Once the girl started coming around more and more, you paid more attention to her and less to me. I got no more treats just 'cause. No more long two-hour walks. Then she started living here, and you wouldn't let me lay down on the couch anymore. No matter how much I whimpered, I never slept in the bed with you, anymore. It was that girl, not me. It was always that girl.

Then, she became your wife. After you two married, I couldn't help but feel happy for you, even if it only meant more of my neglect.

What happened to you? Did your new wife rub onto you? You used to brag about me everywhere. I was the picture every time you opened your phone, and my bark was your lullaby. Every time someone asked you if you had a dog, you would say yes and then pull out your wallet or phone, then spend hours showing them pictures of me and telling stories about the innocent mischief I caused. Now, you simply reply with an unenthusiastic "yes" and quickly changed the subject.

I was just as excited as you when your too-good friend told you she was carrying a baby. I wanted to be friends with the baby. And, when the baby came, I made him just as happy as I ounce did you. Me and your new son were inseperable, just like you and I ounce more. And I thought things would get better.

And, ya know? I even liked that girl, too. I wanted to make her happy, becasue she made you happy. Instead, I made her angry, and she wanted me gone. She claimed I was nothing but a furry burden, a danger to her baby. Why did you listen to her?

Do you feel bad about making your small son cry as you carried me away? Do you feel bad that still I miss you? Do you feel bad that I put all my trust in you all those years? Do you miss me? Apparently not. You took me straight to that horrid place you called the pound.

Did you know I was alone and cold every night? Did you know I cried and howled every night for you to come back? Did you know that no family wanted me? Did you know they were planning on putting me down? Because, let me tell you something, that abandonment and neglect and pain was only a thousand times worse then the pain at any any puppy mill, or any chain or whip could give me. I miss you, do you miss me?

That one really nice lady who would always feed me and love me almost as much as you once did walked in once with wet cheeks. She opened the chain linked door and scooped me up, apologizing to me and kissing my neck with every step she took. I didn't know what was going on, but she told me everything would be better ounce she was done. And I listened to her.

She put me down on a cold table and picked up a needle. She stroked me once more and told me it would be quick and almost painless. I felt my blood freeze as it flowed, but I somehow knew she was right. The needle poked my hind leg and I felt a burning sensation course through my veins, chasing the ice away, as she whispered apologies and tears ran down her ashen face. I gave her a wag of my tail, just to tell her that I forgave her and that it wasn't her fault, and she seemed to understand. I grew tired and lay down on the cold of the table and closed my eyes.

Did you know my last thought was of you?