Alone

Walking on the cold dark streets of Chicago, was a pit bull. He did not like it. He used to have a family, a home, a place to sleep, food, and water. But like most domestic animals, he took it for granted. Then, his family adandoned him. He did not know why. He loved that family. He would give anything to go back, but cannot, because they got a new dog. This one is a golden retriever. Sometimes he would go and just watch. Life was cruel, especially when everyone you love thinks you would be better off on your own, alone.

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