I have a question – several, in fact.
What did I do to you to deserve the way you treated me?
I know you loved me once, because I am fearless and I know all about sitting on laps for cuddles, and sitting like a good boy for treats. I am not afraid of loud noises, angry voices, raised arms.
I’m house-trained, affectionate, obedient, full of fun, and soon I’ll look beautiful again when my sores have healed, my muscles grown stronger and more flesh covers my prominent bones.
Where did it go wrong?
What made you abandon me?
How could you leave me to die, chained up with no food and water, covered in sores? Did you wonder how long it would take for me to die?
Why, if circumstances made it impossible for you to keep me any longer, couldn’t you have at least taken me to a refuge?
Do you ever think of me?
Would you be happy to know that I was saved just in time from the slow death to which you condemned me?
Would you be happy to know that now I am safe, and cared for, and loved? And that I am giving my new family the love that I gave you?
Would you be happy to know that if I saw you today, I would bound up to you and greet you with joy?
That’s because I am a dog, and my love is unconditional.