How could a dog being not loyal? I never skip a day waiting for my master to come back to me every night, regardless he would give me another treat or not. Everyday, we used to learn new tricks, we played or just ran, and sometimes he yelled at me because I was naughty, but in the end he pat my head and scratched my tummy.
But now here I am, it was past midnight, alone I tried to find anything in the closest trash bin could find. It wasn’t smell so good there. But I was very hungry. Nothing I could find there so I forced my limping feet to get me to another bin. My back left foot felt heavy. It’s been dragging pieces of my broken heart since I left a place I called home.
Home. How could a dog like me be able to love that place more. Its warmth, its comfort, and it was the only place I would love to come home to, a place where I could always find my needs. Nothing is eternal. My home, it’s never been the same since one day I saw my master left the front door as usual. I waited, but he never came back. It s not a home anymore since then.
I really want to go home. But how do I come home when I have no home?