Yesterday was a very scary day. Mommy got up EARLY in the morning (she never does that) and gave me snuggles. Then we went on a car ride. I like cars. But then she took a wrong turn. We went to the doctor. I shook and cried, but she took me in anyway. Then to make it even worse, they took me away from her! They put me in a kennel in the back for a very long time. There were dogs barking, and kitties crying, and weird smells and it was scary!!! Then they took me out and shaved one of my legs and put something in it. It hurt, so I kicked it out. Then they shaved one of my front legs. I started waving and crying because I wanted Mommy. They said I was being difficult. So they shaved my other front leg and put something in there that made me feel really tired and yucky. Then they cleaned my teeth (or so Mommy tells me). Then they put me back in that kennel. I don’t like kennels. They gave me more medicine, it made me see things. It was scary. Then Mommy and Daddy came to pick me up. Daddy NEVER comes to the doctor! I must have been really lucky. (or bad depending on which way you look at it) I sat on Mommy’s lap the whole way home. She didn’t know why I was scared. They had only told her that I would be sleepy. I was scared of the lights and of moving. We went upstairs, and Mommy let me out. I got REALLY scared. I ran into things and I fell on my butt. People made noises and I fell on my butt. I couldn’t walk straight, and I didn’t know who Mommy and Daddy were. So Mommy called the doctor. Then they put me into the bathroom with my pan, my food, my bed, and my favorite toys. I calmed down. It was dark. Soon Daddy came to let me out. Mommy said that I had eaten a lot. I liked my food. I ate two whole cans! I’m going to be a big boy. Then I went and snuggled with Mommy and Daddy on the couch. We watched TV together. I fell asleep.
I’m feeling much better now.
It was in October of 2007 that I was found, I was only about 4 months old. I was left out in the cold in South Bend, Indiana. I was being beaten by sticks, and having rocks thrown at me by mean children. I was also being attacked by dogs (and still cannot hear a dog bark without being scared to death). A very nice couple named Jeremy and Miriam took me in. They tried very hard to find my family, but no one seemed to want me. Then one day, we went on a very, very, very long drive. All the way to Colorado. There, I met my new family, who happened to be Jeremy’s little sister, and her husband. (I like them, they’re my favorite) I was very scared for the first few days, but then I saw my new home, where I had my OWN room, many toys, and plenty of food to fill my little belly. They even let me snuggle with them on the bed!!!