13/01/2015
I have a dog. She is young and small and cries when I leave
the room. I have a dog, and she is white and fluffy and wags
her tail when I come home. I have a dog, she is still a baby
and sometimes I have to feed her because she is fickle. I have
a dog, but to me she is a person. She is a person because when
I have started crying she is quick to lick away my tears, and
when I worry she nudges her face into my shoulder until I laugh
into her fur. She is a person because she has a personality,
more of one that most people I have ever met, and she is my
friend. Dogs may seem dumb and inferior but they are capable of
feeling love and sadness, they can sense when things are wrong,
and they can feel pain. I have a dog, but it does not take a
dog-owner to feel love for one. Today I feel love for Angel,
who had sadly passed due to the cruelty of others. Today I feel
sick and sad, as I have discovered the true lacking of human
nature. Today I hope that heaven exists, because all angels
should get to go to heaven.
