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The Mind Creative Nov 2013

Mom then moved my kennel and bed sheets outside the garden
gate together with my water bowl filled with clean water and the
food bowl filled with my favourite chicken liver. And then I knew
that they were going away, leaving me behind. By then, the truck
with all those boxes had gone and a yellow car stood outside
waiting for them.
I couldn’t bear it any more; I couldn’t even imagine that they
were leaving. I quickly jumped into the backseat of the yellow
car. Dad did not get angry; he simply took me in his arms and
patted me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes.
“Sorry Doodle,” he said.
“We cannot take you to
Australia. I have asked the
dog carers to come and get
you. I hope you find a
better family and loving
parents.”
I started licking him, trying
to tell him that I really love
him and I don’t want a
better family. I just wanted
them. I wish they could understand how broken I felt. Mom
kept on crying. She kissed me and said that they’ll miss me a
lot. Riya would not let go of me and Dad had to pull her away.
They got into the car and it started pulling away slowly. I felt
desperate and started chasing the car. I could see Riya’s face
through the rear window; tears flowing down her cheeks. I ran
as fast as I could and my breath quickened. My throat ran dry
and I wanted some water. But more than anything else, I
wanted my family back. My legs ached but I ran even faster to
catch up with them. The car soon vanished at the next set of
traffic lights.

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