When you made me feel unwanted, I cowarded to the corner like an abused dog. I sat in my misery to reflect all things considered. Upon command, I sit pretty and you throw me a bone.This was every now and then when you felt defeated by life and jilted by your lover. I wish you left me at the pound; euthanasia is rather quick and painless or painful, but quick.
Reluctantly you chose me, the other two pups were spoken for. I was stripped of my balls and sent packing.
The recovery was humiliating, yet as always I survive. I’ve lived on the streets and embraced cardboard boxes for warmth. I’ve been whipped and kicked, rocks thrown at me became a game of fetch. You aren’t really an animal lover. You’re easily annoyed by their presence. Perhaps this is why I shat on your carpet a few times. You gave me attention when I was bad.
Her mourning coffee 