She was born three weeks early, heart barely beating. All you could hear was sirens, and blur on my soft-rubber face. I was lying in the corner, no one came to pick me up so I could see my owner. My blue eyes couldn’t let out tears like everybody else. All I felt like was a “rag doll”. No one payed attention to meh, and I felt ashamed. My owner was about to be born, and I wasn’t there to give me to her. Her parents just took one good look at me and walked away.
The day afterward,they head out of the door,my owner was finally free. I was so excited to finally go home,instead they run by me with the little baby girl in the dad’s arm,and the mom with tears in her eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong,because noone told me anything. It took them three years to come back for me. The child,which is my owner,was already three years old when she first met me. Do you know how that feels?Feeling left out of a persons world when your suppost to be there by birth,instead you see them when they are already almost going to school for the first time?
It hurts,but I finally got to see her,but she didn’t look so well. She had tubes. Tubes…in her nose and ears. She looked like she couldn’t breathe. I felt bad.
But I didn’t know that that day was the last time I would see her.
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