I have no idea on how I got to where I was. My name is Midnight. A male black lab with a little white sowing under my throat.
Traveling is what I have been doing. My feet are tired and cold and so is my nose. I have no where to call home. This is my story and hopefully, maybe, one day it will change human thinking and save others just like me.
It all started when Christmas got near. I actually had a place called home. My well kept fur, and bright orange collar is proof. But now, I have no idea where I am. I am lost. Actually worse then lost. I was abandoned by my owner.
No where to go, the rain pours down heavy. The cold midnight air gives off a frost like feeling that chills my being. My nose is so frozen I can hardly make out any distinct smells.
I see humans everywhere. They don’t hit me or abuse me. However, they do neglect me. It’s plain I was left to roam to who knows where. Yet, not one of the humans takes it upon themselves to help me.
I see two girls. The one with curly hair and colored classes pets me. I can already tell that she likes me. But there is a sadness in her eyes. I don’t know what it means but when she sees me she smiles. I wag my tail and I feel happy for the moment. But still something is burdening her.
There’s another girl with her. She has her hair up in those bun things that femlae humans do. I bet she look a lot better if she’d let it down. I came up by her and I see the same look of kindness in her eyes and the other girl.
Then there’s another set of voices.
They are telling the girls not to pet me. These voices I hear want me to go away.
The question is where do I go?
Where can I sleep? What will I eat?
It’s winter and I am cold despite having a fur coat.
The girls look at me helpless. They want to help. But can’t.
They want to…at least it’s better than seeing me and not wanting to help me at all.
There are other dogs nearby. Yet, they treat me like I’m a squirrel that they want to chase away instead of welcoming in like an equal. I am just a dog.
Just another dog in an unknown territory.
They all want me gone. I can sense it.
But where? Where does an abandoned unwanted dog turn to go?
There are no beds waiting for me in the woods. I am domesticated not wild.
My ancestors might have been wild once, but once humans got to us, we were domesticated for their use and company.
But if they really cared, I would be back home, in a house with food to eat and someone who cares.
Now, for no reason that I can think of, I am abandoned. Lost.
Will I die? Or will I eventually find a human, who can take me in?
The saying goes that a dog is a best man’s friend but is a man a dog’s best friend?
If no one claims me soon, will I turn to the wild and survive? Yes, I got the hunting instincts build inside me. But can I eat and survive or will I end up dying to neglect and sickness? If this rain keeps up and humans shoo me away, I will definitely catch a cold for sure.
If I am sick, will they find me? If I am asick and can’t move will they help me? When I die, will they leave my body out there to weather?
Can a nice dog be shown mercy?
Or is it that I am just a dog?
Many before me have been abandoned and many after me will be abandoned too. Will this cycle ever stop? Have humans forgotten that we are their best friends?
We are loyal and defensive of our own and those who care about us. We dogs love and obey, yet we are disgarded like trash. Left to starve, sickness, injuries, and death.
Remember that we are living creatures too. We breathe, eat, and sleep just like humans do. We are living beings. God made us.
If no one comes to my rescue, please rescue others like me. Or I die and suffer in vain all because of humans…
I leave into the cold rain, going ….going, who knows where. I cry for help…I need your help.