I awoke to hear the sound of pebbles of dry food pour into my bowl. My bowl I like. It has my name, Domino, on it and little, deep tree brown, almost black spots splattered all over it like my own. I was a bit dissapointing to leave it to be honest. I have a piece of cloth surrounding my neck called a collar. It is red with a gold-colored tag hanging from it. I have a stuffed toy sock monkey I call Socks. I couldn’t leave him behind so I decided to bring him on or journey.
Our keeper, Sophie, I don’t want to leave behind either. She comes here for extra green paper and to see us, but she has to go to her kennel called High School. She calls it prison. Today, she left a note that said, well, again, I wish I could read. Here, you can read it for me.
OFF TO SCHOOL. SORRY, PUP.
Humans, strange creatures.
nikko back when
Nikko was found in a box when he came to the shelter. He was an orphan, like me. We became friends right away, though I was twice his size and stepped on him now and then. Nikko’s parents were strays, meaning they had no homes. A man found him on a street and put him in a box that had the big words:
Sophie found him after that and brought him to the shelter. The thing about me and Nikko is, I was in the box with him when Sophie found us. Nikko is a humble cat.
Sophie would take us for walks even on prison-days! (me and Nikko’s saying for school-days) She even did it when she had homework, the human equivalent of torture. When Sophie took us for walks we were free. We would chase squirrels, look in trash-cans, chase a few more squirrels, and then Sophie would teach us tricks! She taught me the trick speak, where she would say human words and I would repeat them through, well, less accurate human words. She would say things like: “I love you, Domino!” and I would repeat with, “Rye ruv rou, Sophie!” If she couldn’t teach us tricks, Nikko was probably throwing up a hairball. I also learned tricks like shake, sit, roll over, and stay. But my favorite trick of all has to be speak. I can tell Sophie how much I love her. She is my human. She and Nikko are all that matter to me.
Malcolm Trek is Sophie’s father. He I am not fond of. He tells Sophie she is too young to have any pets of her own. He says Sophie is irresponsible. But the reason I loathe him the most, is because he hates dogs. Unbelievable! Which is one other reason I love Sophie, she talks back. To her own father. “Dad, I am fifteen years old!” She snaps at him sometimes, “I am old enough to have a dog and a cat!”
Now this talk, I like
It was hard to say goodbye to Sophie. She is and always will be the best human ever. I wanted to bring her with me on my journey. When I heard the lock click and saw her walk in I got so excited, though tired, my tail wagged, and wagged, and wagged! I may even have piddled a small amount. “Hi Domino!” She whispered as she walked in, “Hi Nikko!” Nikko purred. She came to me and scratched me under my chin, my favorite place. I frowned inside, this is it, Domino, you leave tonight, I thought, say goodbye. I look at her right in the face, “Rye ruv rou, Sophie.” I peeped, she looked at me confused, “I love you too, Domino.” she cocked her head. “I love you too, buddy.” I gave her a paw and she picked it up. Say it Domino! My head told me, “Goorye, Sophie.” I whined.