Thursday, February 23, 2017
The Concierge's Dog pt.1
My life was brilliant. I had the most wonderful life and I wouldn't have had it any other way. She loved me. A bond that couldn't be broken. Well, it was. She's gone. Gone. I never even imagined it being this way.
She was cooking salmon one night, but left the burner on. It somehow started a house fire. I suddenly woke up one day; not in my comfy, little bed on the floor, but on the cold, wet cement.
I heard people talking about how my owner was dead. Dead in a house fire. I feel like I am now.
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6 comments:
This is so sad! :( I wonder what my dog would think if I died?
This is so sad. If I died my dogs would get major anxiety.
The only thing I can think of to say has been said twice already: This is so sad. OMG this is sooooo sad!!!!!!!! That's also why it's so good.
Great job! I loved how you described the difference in the bedding.
I loved how you worded it. It made me sooo sad.
I love the way that at first you almost couldn't tell it was the dog's point of view. But the end was a real heart jerker to show just how amazing dogs are.
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