One More Day …

Stubby lived his life on a chain until one day he broke free and ran away. A Good Samaritan found him and brought him to the shelter. Now his real story begins…

I know it’s night because it’s dark and I can hear the other dogs chasing rabbits in their dreams. At least, that’s what I like to imagine. In my dreams I chase rabbits and squirrels. In my dreams, I live with the girl and she scratches my head every morning and tells me I’m a good dog.

The place – the bad place – seems like a lifetime ago. Now I’m here at the shelter and I am fed and warm and the girl comes to visit me but I know something is wrong.

Libby – the fluffy white dog who got adopted yesterday – said that dogs can’t live at the shelter forever. I keep seeing the shelter staff take dogs out of their cages. It’s not like when they come to take dogs for walks or show them to a family. They look sad and the dogs are scared and the staff speaks to them in a low, comforting voice but even though they say everything’s going to be okay you can tell that everything is not going to be okay.

They lead the dogs through a door in back. I never see those dogs again.

I cannot sleep. I think about the girl and the shelter worker saying one more day.

Something very bad is going to happen tomorrow.

I do not want to go through those doors.

Next:Reprieves Are Delicious

Did you miss the beginning of Stubby’s story? Read the start here.