Chase POV:
"Help! Someone help me!" I was trapped in a cage. Its been 2 weeks since that vet brought me here. She said she'd get me out the next day. She lied. I haven't eaten in a few days. I was tired, starving, and confused. Late last week, I discovered I could talk. I don't know if its in my head or not, but obviously, the shelter owners could hear someone talking because they came rushing in.
"Who's back here?" I didn't speak because dogs aren't technically supposed to talk. The man looked at me and smiled. "Aw, poor little puppy. Looks like todays the last day you can get adopted before we… give you some time to rest. Yeah. Rest. ha ha ha, HA HA HA HA HA!" He's going to put me down tomorrow. I've know for a while. But I'm too weak to do anything about it. I started whimpering.
"Don't worry, Chase. You'll get out of here soon. Maybe you're owner will take me too." said Skye, licking my cheek. I blushed.
"Yeah! Maybe he'll take all of us!", said Rocky.
They, along with Marshall, Rubble, and Zuma were all brought in a few days after me, so they had a few more days before being put down. They all could talk, but they were able to do that since they were born, they told me. Sometimes, they'd give me their food, since I had an owner to go home to.
"Maybe, but I'm not sure how he'll feel about 6 talking dogs. I don't think he knows I talk yet." I said.
Later that night...
"Chase, can I talk to you. Alone?" Skye said.
"Sure." I said. We walked to the corner of the cage, where the other pups couldn't hear us.
"Aren't you scared? I mean, what if you're owner doesn't come? What if he forgot about you? What if-"
"RYDER WOULD NEVER FORGET ABOUT ME!" I yelled at her. "I don't know what kind of owner you had, but Ryder is the best person a dog could have! He'll come! You'll see!" I ran to the other side of the cage, and curled up to cry myself to sleep like I had since the first night I came here.
Ryder, I miss you, I thought. A tear slipped out of my eye as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
