The leash was attached and my fur gleamed in the sky. I was a happy dog, I barked and I ruffed and waited patiently for my owner to come home.
I saw other humans down the street greeting their pets and it made me smile. I continued to wait like the good dog I was. Soon I counted 100 humans greeting their pets, but still I waited. I would not sleep, not eat, just wait patiently. I was a good dog.
Days, nights, months, years. My body was weak, I could see my bones, but I waited, I waited... for my owner to come home. One time I thought I saw a shadow but it went the other way then I thought I heard my name but woke up and realized it was only a dream. But I would stay loyal. Yes! I was a good dog. No bark, no bite, just smiles, that's all.
But years went by and by owner did not come back. I felt my eyes closing. I did not want to leave my owner, I wanted to wait... wait, wait... no. My owner, where were they? I was a good dog, wasn't I? Did I do something wrong? Why didn't they come home? But I didn't cry, I just smiled, and laughed, wagged my tail one last time... and I heard it. Their car! But no... that wasn't them. I was dead.
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