This is her story~

My grandfather picked her up on the streets when she was a young dog, not as a puppy but a full grown but still young.

She was so loveable, she loved me, she was just so cute. Her fur was so warm, so smooth

She was warm, she loved my hugs, she made me smile

But one day she fell sick, we brought her to the vet she recovered and was back to her normal goofiness, a cute little goofball

We were happy again, playing all the time, chasing each until we were out of breath

This time she fell sick again, she was so in pain. It shatters my heart to hear her whine and scream in pain. We brought her to the vet, it did little to help her.

She couldn't eat, her bones are protruding and I can't remember the last time I saw her this way. I have to force feed her and listen to her cry so painfully

What's worse my grandfather who is supposed to take care of her because it is his resposibility to since he brought her back is not even caring to give her a glance, even after she howled in pain

I can't bear to see her in so much pain. 

A soft touch is enough to make her cry in pain

Her breaths are painful, I can tell

I don't want to see her in pain anymore

I don't want her to suffer anymore