The street light flickers and blinds me for a second. Suddenly all the bugs surround me and I feel the need to use my tail to get rid of pests. But this isn’t helping a lot. My paws and chest are covered in dirty water which makes my skin itchy and ticks attract me. My stomach grumbles and the image of the closed dumpster, because of the rain, comes to mind, my only is guess I wouldn’t be having supper today. The noises of other dogs fighting surrounds the narrow street. I had recently got some fresh wounds, with courtesy of the street fighters. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have seen myself in this situation. I got left on the street. Maybe it was because I had three legs, or maybe because I turned ‘too’ old. I still remember her patting my head, rubbing my ears and her sitting on me, I know she would come back. I know she misses me and would be thrilled to see me again. I limp my way back to the hiding and rest my eyes allowing myself to sleep with my lucid dream.
Peace,
Muskan💗💗💗
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