Hey! I am Kelly, and I will never forget the day my world turned upside down. My past was fortunate, but I no longer knew whether it was going to remain the same after what happened. All that time, since I remembered, I had lived with my parents, and I thought we were a very happy family. But life, it often does, had other plans.
The day of my memory stayed real in my mind; the day my parents brought me to the shelter, I was so confused and scared. I had no idea what was happening or where I was going. I had always been such a good girl, trying really hard to please my parents and make them happy. Somehow, no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough.
There was the aroma of disinfectant in the air and tense barking by the dogs. I had not been in such a place previously, and it was intimidating. My parents filled in some forms and then handed me over to a member of the shelter staff. I was introduced to a modest-sized kennel, which would be my residence until…. well, till nobody knew when.
Me? I was mortified. What was wrong with my parents? Had they stopped loving me all of a sudden? Didn’t I get born to a family? Wasn’t I part of their pack? Hours passed, and I realized the fact—I was all alone.
The first days at the shelter were the worst. I was depressed and felt anxious, mostly missing my parents and the comfort of our home. I would not eat or play and just lie in my kennel feeling sorry for myself. The shelter people tried to amuse me, but nothing worked; I was heartbroken.
With days becoming weeks, I started to settle into my new surroundings. I started to eat again, and gradually, I even began to play with some of the other dogs at the shelter. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling from my head that I had been abandoned. Why had my parents left me? Was this something I caused?
They kept on saying at the shelter that I was a good girl, that I was adoptable, and that I would find a home soon. But weeks turned into months, and that idea started slipping away. Maybe I was just unadoptable or too old, too big, or too imperfect.
Finally, that fateful day came at the shelter. She came in with treats and toys and played for hours. She told me that I am someone special, deserving of a second chance, and that she would do everything in her power to help me find a new home.
I was hopeful, for the first time in months, that perhaps, for the first time in ages, this might be a new family who actually would care for me as a member. Or perhaps, I would get the home I never had before, where I could be myself without fear of somebody leaving me or rejecting me.
And now, as I am sitting in a shelter and reviewing it, I understand that it was hard work but crucial. I learned appreciation for life: small things—warm flesh, having a great meal, or just receiving a kind word. I learned once more how to love and trust in people, once more to believe that they are really nice human beings who do care for me and really love me.
What the future holds, I do not know, but it is something I am looking forward to. I am ready to start a new chapter of my life, hopefully finding a new family that will love and cherish me. I am ready to be a good girl, a loyal friend, and bring much joy and happiness into somebody’s life.
As I sit in my kennel now, waiting for my forever home, I know that I am not alone. There are so many dogs out there who are waiting for that one more chance, just waiting for someone to love them and take care of them. And with a little patience, a little love, and a little hope, we all can find our happily ever after.
Every alive creature has feelings. And everyone deserves to be loved.
I learned this one thing in my life, deserve has got nothing to do with what we get. If someone is treating us badly, it is not because we deserve it, but it is because that is all what they have to give to us.
If someone is rude to us, it is maybe because they never had something sweet inside them to give it to other people. And that thought alone makes me pity those people. Like in this story of Kelly, the old house lost a loving and loyal dog, God knows why. I pity the old family of Kelly.
I wrote the story of Kelly in her point of view because that would be the only way to show that even dogs have feelings in them. That dogs do question their abilities if abandoned, just like any other human being.
I won’t say stuff like they were bad for doing so or they can only have one motive to do so; there is a possibility that their reason was genuine, but any case, it was not fair to Kelly. I will say just one thing in the closing of this blog, don’t adopt a dog if you think you will not be able to keep it for long.