Dear Mom and Dad:
Today, I died. You got tired of me and sent me to a pet shelter. It was crowded and there was no extra space, so we had to draw lots to decide who would go and stay. I got the unlucky number given by death. Now I am transported to the garbage disposal site in a black plastic bag.
If I hadn't bitten your shoes, would I still live at home with you now? But I don't know what I am biting. I thought it was a piece of cowhide on the floor I'm just playing because I don't have any toys.
If I hadn't brought fleas home, would I still live at home with you now? But this is not what I want, because you exiled me in the yard for many days and didn't give me flea prevention medicine.
If I hadn't shouted, would I still live at home with you now? I yelled out of fear. I'm lonely. I just said, "I'm here, I'm here, and I want to be your best partner."
If I can make you happy, can I stay at home now? But just hitting me didn't teach me any skills to please you.
If you can care more about me and teach me patiently, can I still be with you now? You haven't cared about me since the first week you brought me home, but I have spent my whole life waiting for your love.
I passed away today.
Love you.
puppy
Hey, poor puppy, my eyes are wet after translation. )