I know some people would think pets are just a waste of money. I agree that they can be costly, and with all the things I've bought for my Boxer, Charlie, we probably could have paid off out house 2 times over. But, the love of a pet is more than worth it to see them walk over to you and lay their head in your lap. Perhaps this story will change your mind,
~TheGamingSpyro
The Love of a Pet
I was lying in a hospital bed. The room was small and mostly white, save for the brown, wood door. The beeping of the monitor and the breathing of my dog were the only sounds that I heard. It was late. Soon a man I didn't know came in. My dog started growling, and I then remembered EVERYTHING…
X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days Ago…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
"Hey Buddy" I said waking up with my dog on my lap. He is a German Shepherd named Jason. I named him that after my late cousin Jason, as he had similarities, and I sometimes believed he was a reincarnation made just for me. My name is Shaun, and I live in a small house in a fairly nice neighborhood, but outside of the neighborhood isn't very peaceful at night. Many people are mugged on those streets, and rarely someone is killed by those brutes. At first I bought Jason to protect the house, but he's become my family. I was really touched the first time he licked me, and I never forgot it. I got up and got dressed for work, as the usual. It was 7:00AM, so I had to be ready by about 7:45AM to leave. I live in a small house because I don't have a great job, just some office cubicle help center job. I sighed as I left the house and drove to work.
X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Five Hours Later…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
After work I went home, and opened the door. Unfortunately I forgot I had been gone for five hours… When I opened the door, Jason jumped on my chest, like he usually would do. This time I fell onto the ground outside the door, and Jason started viciously licking me on the face. I had to push him off so I could breathe again. I smiled and walked inside with Jason, before closing the door. I sat for two hours watching T.V. with Jason, two hours playing video games, with Jason, and an hour on my computer Typing Fanfiction, with Jason. At 7:00PM I decided to get some dinner. I realized the fridge was empty, so I had to decide to go hungry tonight, or risk the streets to the supermarket.
I decided to risk the supermarket. I put on Jason's glow-light, so anyone outside would know something was inside my house. It would hopefully ward away any people with bad intentions. I locked the house and went outside. My car was a gas guzzler, and I didn't have much money, so I started walking. About halfway there I thought I heard some voices in the alleys on either side of the road. I started to walk at a brisk pace. The voices got louder, so I risked a look in the alleys to see movement. I knew they were muggers, and were going to be coming for me. I was behind the supermarket now. I made a run for it, knowing they would have rushed me soon anyways. I ran around the side, onto the gravel loading area. I tried to open one of the fire escapes, but to no avail. I was about halfway to the front of the store before I was hit in the back from behind. I knew these were the murderers,and one walked in front of me, holding a knife.
"Well, well, well. You almost evaded us friend." The man said with a Russian accent, chuckling.
Authors Note- I have NO, I repeat NO quarrels with Russian people. I just imagined the man's voice with a Russian accent. I also do not believe all Russians are murderers. If you want to hate me, give me flame. I'll take any reviews. If you are Russian, I'm very sorry if this offends you.
"Did you really think you could outrun three people?" The man said as his other two friends came into view. One was Canadian, and one was American.
"Honestly, no." Right now, I had just been trying to stall so I could think of a way to get out of this situation. I couldn't think of anything, so I just lay there, looking at them. But then, the leader started walking forward. I knew his intentions were to kill, so I started crawling backwards. He was patient and kept a steady pace, still faster than me. I stopped crawling. I knew it was useless now. When he got right in front of me, he raised his knife. Time seemed to slow down as the knife lowered. I saw light out of the corner of my eyes
I saw Jason, time still slowed down, jumping toward the American man, jaws wide. When he collided with the man, time resumed as normal. Jason ripped his fangs out of the man's shoulder, blood spraying onto both of their faces. The Canadian man, horrified by what he saw, backed off. The American man fell, unconscious, and Jason lunged and bit into the Canadian man's leg. The Russian man raised his knife to Jason, but before the man could stab Jason in the head, I got up and picked up the silenced gun from the American man's holster. Time slowed down again as I aimed the gun at the Russian man's head. When I was walking forward, I tripped on the American man's body, and shot the Russian man's leg. His leg buckled, and he fell, his knife stabbing Jason's leg.
I was about to go to help Jason, but then felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I looked down to find a bullet hole through the right side of my chest. I must've been hit by a stray shot from the Canadian man's gun. I fell forward, barely conscious. I blacked out for a bit, before I woke up and saw Jason move to the road and start barking, holding his left foreleg by his body. Miraculously, a police car pulled up, and two officers got out. They rushed over to us, Jason following. When they got closer, I saw they were holding guns at all of us. Jason started licking me, and I smiled through the pain it caused. I heard the officers talking. "We've got a 217, assault with attempt to murder, and two 419's. We need an ambulance right aw…" That's all I heard before passing out from blood loss and pain.