His Story [Entirley fake, But this could happen to any animal]
Achilles, The Noble.
That's what these people call me. I like it better than 'Mutt'. They talk as if I've done a great deed. All I did was survive. They say I'm a miracle case, but they never stay long. I think they doubt that I can live any longer. I'm actually quite young, though.
Yesterday, I had an 'Appointment'. The people kept staring at my head. It's strange. Ooh! Here comes food!
I know this room. Dark gray walls, dark gray ceiling, dark gray floor. It's like their not concerned about comfort. This is the room where the others never came back. I remember Patroclus, my best friend, heading into here. I never saw him again. The only send the serious cases her, the ones injured beyond repair. I guess I'm lucky! My head hurts.
March 13th, 2011
Today, our little Achilles has been put down. He has survived through so much. He was an inbred pup, barely a year old. He had been abused and dispised constantly. We saved him. I got a report that frightened howls were coming from a house. When we arrived, he was lying on the floor of the shack in the backyard, his leg and stomach cut open. Little pieces of glass were stuck in the wounds and his owner was no where to be seen. His right eye is blind. We transported him back, and did whatever we could to save him. One of the cuts were across his head, very deep. We could not get that piece of glass out without killing him, and it was already causing infection. He was a lost hope, gone before we even saw him. His funeral will be tomorrow.
Achilles, The Noble.
That's what these people call me. I like it better than 'Mutt'. They talk as if I've done a great deed. All I did was survive. They say I'm a miracle case, but they never stay long. I think they doubt that I can live any longer. I'm actually quite young, though.
Yesterday, I had an 'Appointment'. The people kept staring at my head. It's strange. Ooh! Here comes food!
I know this room. Dark gray walls, dark gray ceiling, dark gray floor. It's like their not concerned about comfort. This is the room where the others never came back. I remember Patroclus, my best friend, heading into here. I never saw him again. The only send the serious cases her, the ones injured beyond repair. I guess I'm lucky! My head hurts.
March 13th, 2011
Today, our little Achilles has been put down. He has survived through so much. He was an inbred pup, barely a year old. He had been abused and dispised constantly. We saved him. I got a report that frightened howls were coming from a house. When we arrived, he was lying on the floor of the shack in the backyard, his leg and stomach cut open. Little pieces of glass were stuck in the wounds and his owner was no where to be seen. His right eye is blind. We transported him back, and did whatever we could to save him. One of the cuts were across his head, very deep. We could not get that piece of glass out without killing him, and it was already causing infection. He was a lost hope, gone before we even saw him. His funeral will be tomorrow.
