Hello followers! I'm back and making a risky move for Fanfiction. This will probably be the only first-person chapter, considering I have no idea whether I am good at them or not. I did like to write this one though, so who knows. Plus I didn't really think it'd work if it was third-person anyway.

I also, in case you missed the memo a few weeks ago, updated chapter 5. I'm also thinking about updating/editing a few other chapter in this sotry and even in Not an Ordinary Family too, mostly because there is a lot mistakes and I just want to edit shit in that.

Inspired by a book that my mother read, a story that a friend told me, and my own dogs.

The purpose of a dog might seem to be there, to just live their life and obey their master and to eat the food that is given to them.

This is wrong.

It is said by some that when people started walking the Earth, they became lonely. They asked their God to give them someone, who then created more humans. But humans can lie, cheat, betray you, and become bad at what they were made for. So then humans wanted something else. A different companion that wouldn't become sour like other humans do.

So God gave them a companion that they wanted, and named it in his own honor.

I am a dog.

I know this.

And I am okay with this.

I am okay with this because I know my purpose.

My purpose is to love my boy. I think I do a very good job, thank you. My boy was small, when I met him, but as I grew big, he grew big. He could not get around very well at all, so my purpose extended to keeping him safe. My purpose is to get things for him when he cannot, to keep him warm when he is feeling cold, and to offer him comfort when he is sad.

My purpose is also to the mother. My boy loves his mother, therefore I love her too. She is nice to me and plays with me when my boy is gone. We go on walks together, and I protect her from the evil flying creatures that always try to block our path. I see other dogs, with other people who are their purpose. I see other dogs have very young persons, and vey old persons. But they are carrying out their purpose, so who am I to say that they shouldn't waste their time?

I also see other dogs that have lost their purpose. I know some had tried to find their person, but their person did not want them. They lost their purpose because they could not futile it not matter how hard they tried. These dogs eventually lost their place in life, now scrounging around for any food and attacking anyone who is near because they do not know any better. These are the dogs I am most sorry for.

I once tried to help a dog like this. Mother and I were on a walk, and I saw him. I had only taken one step closer and he saw me, our eyes met. I remember seeing his very deranged and empty eyes. He had lost his purpose so long ago. He approached me and started to attack me. I do not remember too much but I know mother shouted for me, and tried to take the other dog off of me. He started to attack her and I knew I needed to stop him. I jumped in between my boy's mother and this poor creature. It hurt very much but I couldn't let her get hurt. I knew that would be cowardly of me.

I was okay with this because my purpose is to protect mother.

I was hurt but my boy took care of me, along with his mother and his father. I like father very much too. He does not play with me as much as my boy or his mother does, but he is quiet and nice and makes rooms smell pretty with burning things. He stayed with me after that wild dog turned on me, and took care of me when my boy was away, like he is most days. Father lets me lay by him when he scratches wood on paper. Humans do this a lot and I'm not quite sure why. The father does it the most of all when he is doing his job, his own purpose. Father and I were once in his place, him scratching, scratching, scratching. When he suddenly stopped and looked at me. I looked back at him, curious when he got off of his place and sat by me. He started to scratch me gently like my boy does, and he started thanking me. I suppose he knows that my purpose is to take care of my boy, who he loves very much also.

My purpose is to help father in ways that most humans should already know how to do. I suppose his purpose is very important to humans, because he does it so much, but many times I have to remind him of things humans need. I get him to drink water, I get him to eat food, sometimes he even lets me have some. It tastes like something a rabbit would eat, but human food is a delicacy and should be appreciated if you are given some. But I take care of father.

I am okay with this because taking care of father is part of my purpose.

There are many other children that are friends with my boy, but they do not have any dog to help them. I suppose they are my purpose too. I know some of those children had asked to get a dog, so that dog would have a purpose, but always said no. I feel bad for the other dogs that are waiting for their purpose, some remain hopefully and are patient, some turn like the dog that attacked me.

I do pray for those dogs.

Once, a long while ago, my boy went missing. He did not come back like he always does. His mother and father were very scared, I could tell this was obvious. Days went by and they did not find my boy, another one came to me. I have seen this boy many times, I know he loves my boy. He was very upset when he sat with me outside above the ground. I stayed with the other boy, and I comforted him because he needed it. After a while he left.

I was okay with this because my purpose is to comfort persons when they need it.

I was afraid my boy had left me, and would never come back. But they found him. He was very hurt and sad and could not walk anymore. But he was back, and I knew that my purpose was to help him and keep him safe. He would wake up in the night and I'd hear him, and know I was helping him by staying there. My boy did not go back to wherever he would normally go for a very long time. I stayed with him everyday, when he was scared, or sad, or tired, I would stay. I would stay with mother and father when they were any of those things, too.

My boy became better, as well as the rest of my persons. My boy got stronger, and fell in love with another human. I saw it first happen, and I already knew that they were each others purpose. They spent a lot of time together, and sometimes brought me with them.

I was very happy for my boy.

As he found his purpose, I found myself tired. I started sleeping and resting more often than I normally would. My feet would hurt, my back would too. My love for human food went down, even regular crunchy treats made my stomach ache. I could not eat for a long time. I could not walk with my boy, either. Mother took me to the vet, which I normally did not mind, even if it did hurt some. I stayed there for a long while, my boy came to visit me everyday, with his girl. I was always very happy to see him, though I also knew he was very sad to see me. I know I was sick, and I was okay with that. Because my purpose was to make sure my boy was happy. "You were a very good girl, Mara." My boy said to me before I left. Markus is very happy with his girl. So my job is done.

I am dog.

I know this.

I am okay with this.

I am okay with this because I know my purpose is fulfilled.

What? I wasn't crying as I wrote this, what are you talking about?

I really wanted to write something from Mara's POV because dogs are just such complex creatures if we knew what they were thinking.

But! Anyway, check out that renewed chapter 5 and leave a review! And I'd love to hear what ya think about this one!