we used to have a dog

he was a dumb, scared thing. pathetic, really. his fur was of poor quality. he was the cheapest pup of the litter due to birth defects.

he was always so quiet and modest. he didn't play much. he just sat in the corner and watched.

i pitied him. when he was half-blind and half-deaf i pitied him. i didn't like to pet him, his skin was flaky.

i pity him after all these years. he was weak. he was weak so he needed someone to take care of him. and i wasn't there.

i petted him as he lost the ability to breathe. he couldn't breathe, but i think he was still conscious. his breath smelled awful. i pitied him. and i wept over his body

i wish i had made it easier for him. but i didn't really care back then.

he was weak, so he needed someone to take care of him. i wasn't there



he didn't have anyone to play with.