The Lost Puppy

A Story by Sophster300

A short story about an abandoned puppy that longs to be loved. :) x

RSPCA-The lost puppy

I was alone. Cold and afraid as I wandered the streets, hoping that someone might just find me, hoping that someone would give me what I needed most, love and attention. My ribs had become scare-fully visible and I was terribly hungry, I ate what I could find within the depths of the malodorous bins, even-though I mostly found carrier bags and plastic cartons, those of which I ate anyway - my digestive system did not approve of this, but I didn’t care, I’d given up - and was then left feeling both lonely and unwell, I knew I had lost either way.

I lay down on the unpleasantly cold footpath and started to whimper, not only had I lost, I had lost a life, my life. I had no future, no-one to lie against when I needed the comfort, no-one to look up to or rely on when the time came; I was a failure, a dying, dwindling failure.

As I dreamt wishfully of good owners and a happy home, I felt the most excruciating pain rocket from the far end of my body, it felt as if I was being harshly prodded with a blazing poker. The pain was unbearable. I leapt up and cried, only to see I was covered in flames. I rolled around helplessly to the cacophony of sniggering and drunken voices, trying to free myself from the blanket of intense pain that I was suffocating within, I was in more pain than I had ever been before, and I had been in a lot of pain. But this, this was something different...

I lay limply on the ground as I tried to regain my strength, it wasn’t working, I was too exhausted to do as much as move a paw when suddenly, from what seemed like out of nowhere, two warm hands scooped me up gently and placed me in a cage. I had no idea what was going on but I felt an emotion in which I had never come across before, kindness. Never had anybody handled me so softly and carefully as I had just been in them few minutes, and even-though I ached with pain, my heart softened at the thought of somebody actually caring about me, for the first time in my life had I been held so beautifully, so elegantly.

I was getting shaken about viciously but I didn’t care, I had achieved my lifetime dream of being handled carefully, Now I didn’t mind whether I lived or not, for I knew that I would die happy.

The box in which I was getting bumped about in suddenly came to a halt. I felt as if I was flying, I couldn’t see where I was, or where I was going until at last I felt a warm gush of air cascade through my remaining patches of fur and I was lifted out into a warm, lightened room, full of other dogs of all kinds. I didn’t know whether I was dead or not, I was in heaven, I knew that for sure...

[The RSPCA: It’s these sort of people who kindly take in and look after stray or abandoned pets, and it’s these sort of people who many animals wish to come across, and it’s these sort of people who we need more of.]