[ WP ] You are an old , faithful dog who is about to be put to sleep .

The man smelt different today, and his body movements were changed too. He did n't walk to same, his feet dragged. 
 
 He made the sound that meant there was food, or petting, I knew I should go to him. I slowly got up, my front paw slipped, it always did. I stumbled over, slowly... As I walked I could smell it, the guilt washed over me. I pooped inside, fuck! I could n't help it, it just came out. Why did I keep doing this? I knew it was wrong, it always makes the man angry. 
 
 I stopped, waiting for a spray bottle and the angry sounds. 
 
 The man used his happy voice. Was it ok? Did he not smell it? I followed him over to the car, hoping not to get scolded. I could n't jump in, I wanted to, I tried but I could n't suddenly the man lifted me up. I was inside the car, I wondered where we were going. 
 
 We arrived at the place with lots of animal smells, there was another man who smelt like lots of dogs. There were so many smells in there. I was lifted onto a table. 
 
 I could n't see well, but I could smell the other man, the dog man. He made happy sounds, smoothing sounds and stroked my back, it felt nice. 
 
 The other man was crying, the man from my pack. Why was he crying? Was the pack under attack? I have to help, the man might need me. I ca n't move, I ca n't... Its going black, I ca n't hear, its ok though, I feel better. The pain is gone, I hope the man is ok. All I can do now is sleep.
