I don't know exactly what happened to you. I have a fat feeling you didn't get stolen. I've always felt my parents lied to me about Tiny's "disappearance," how I held back the tears as I called internationally just to hear about Tiny. I regretted going to Vienna, if it cost Tiny missing. I know something happened, either he never left my room as he would always lay by my bedroom door, just sittin there lickin his paws till it turns pink, sittin there waiting till I get home from school. Tiny would follow me everywhere, 24/7, taking tiny footsteps. He lived a lavish life once I got him. The first time I saw him in the shelter, my stomache grew uneasy as I saw this little creature in the corner of the cage, food untouched, and water perfectly clear. His supposedly white hair, was darkened, and his supposedly white long maltese hair, matted. Tiny barely had teeth. Tiny was skinny. Tiny had a horrifying past life. Tiny was 9 when I adopted him. It was immediate we would hit it off. He was already trained, and a gentleman dog he was.
I miss you Tiny, with all my heart.
Once more, I hope to hop you on my bed, next to me, and pet you till you fall asleep.
xoxo
-ky
