I don’t understand why you left me. One moment, everything felt right—I was sitting beside you in the car, my head resting on your lap, enjoying the warmth of your hand stroking my fur. I thought we were going on another adventure together, just like we always did. But then the car stopped, and you told me to get out. I jumped out eagerly, thinking you would follow, but instead, you closed the door. I barked, wagging my tail, waiting for you to open it again and call me back inside. But the door stayed shut, and then, the car started to move. At first, I chased after you, running as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding with desperation. I barked until my throat hurt, hoping you’d hear me, hoping you’d stop. But you didn’t. You drove away without even looking back, and I was left standing in the middle of the road, confused and terrified. I stayed there for hours, staring down the empty street, convinced you’d return. The sun disappeared, the air grew cold, and I curled up on the hard ground, shivering, still waiting for you.
Days have passed now, and I don’t know how long I’ve been wandering. Every corner of this city feels unfamiliar, and the kind faces I once trusted now seem distant and cold. Some people throw rocks, others shout at me to leave. My paws ache, my belly growls, but nothing hurts more than the ache in my heart. I keep replaying that moment over and over in my mind, trying to understand what I did wrong. Was I too loud when I barked? Did I chew something I wasn’t supposed to? All I ever wanted was to make you happy. I gave you everything I had—my loyalty, my love, my trust. You were my entire world, the one who made me feel safe and loved. How could you just abandon me like this?
Every night, I dream of the life we shared. I dream of the way you used to call my name with so much joy, the way you’d laugh when I ran in circles trying to catch my tail. I dream of the soft bed where I used to sleep and the warmth of your presence beside me. But when I wake up, all I have is the cold ground beneath me and the loneliness that wraps around me like a heavy blanket. I still love you, even though you’ve shattered my heart. I don’t know why you left me, but I know I’ll never stop hoping you’ll come back. Every time I hear the hum of a car engine or see someone walking down the street, my heart leaps with hope, thinking it might be you. But it never is. And with every passing day, that hope grows fainter, replaced by the harsh reality that I may never see you again.
Even so, I can’t bring myself to hate you. My love for you is too deep, too pure, to be tainted by anger. But the pain remains, a constant reminder of the life I’ve lost and the home I no longer have. If you could hear me now, I’d want you to know that I still wait for you, that I still dream of the day you’ll find me and take me back home. Until then, I will carry the pieces of my broken heart, each one still filled with love for you, as I wander this lonely world, searching for the warmth I once knew.
