Sometimes in life, things aren't always what they seem. The existence that we have grown accustomed to can change in the time that it takes you to wag your tail. I used to live in Brooklyn with my first master, Paul, before he moved to London and couldn't take me with him. Now, I live in San Diego with my second master.
The first time that master came to visit me at the shelter, he came alone. His eyes were the first thing that I noticed about him. They were kind even though there was a hint of sadness in them. The second thing I noticed about master was that he had a limp, even though he wasn't old. The next time master came, he was not alone. A woman with hair the color of the sun came with him. Oh, how she smiled at me and, at master, but only when he wasn't looking. The third time master came, the lady was with him again. I wasn't yet sure if I liked master, but the lady was sweet and gentle. I could see that she liked master, so I decided to give him a shot. The two of them put me in a crate that day and then placed me in the back of a car. Lady drove on the way home and kept turning around to check on me. When we got back to master's house, he had food for me and a small oval bed for me to sleep on. After I ate lunch, lady took me out into master's yard and played fetch with me. Lady slept over that night and I snuggled in between her and master on the big bed, even though master complained that the sheets would smell like dog in the morning.
I had been living with master for only a short time before things began to change. One day, lady stopped coming by. The side of the bed that had been hers was now mine. Every day, more things went in boxes and we took more trips to the post office. We would move to California in less than two weeks, but I didn't know it then.
I wonder if we will ever see lady again. I miss her touch and I know by the way that master tosses and turns beside me at night, that he misses it too.
A/N: This is set between the end of season 16 and the beginning of season 17.