Dear
Mom and Dad,
I died
today.
You
got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded
and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a
landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash
you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took
it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.
Would
I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know
what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was
just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would
I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose
in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There
are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how
to teach me to go to the door.
Would
I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without
anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left
me in the yard for days.
Would
I still be at home ill hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm
scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best
friend."
Would
I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't
make me learn how.
Would
I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and
to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the
first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love
me.
I died
today.
Love,
Your Puppy
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