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

I felt the tense silence as I lay in His bed. 
 Even in my earliest years I would play my part as the coercible animal and do as He said, I would n't touch His sleeping chambers. 
 But, things have changed. 
 
 I can do what I want. 
 
 I can shit in the house. 
 
 I can eat off of the floor. 
 
 I can lick my arse. 
 
 But, that does n't change a thing. 
 I do n't have the energy to feel what I would as a puppy... these new privileges... I would n't have the capacity to understand them. 
 He feels differently now, and I'm not completely sure why. 
 
 I remember He and I would sit on the fluffy cushions in the main room and watch Lassie. I know it is Lassie because he calls it Lassie, and throughout the entire picture, it was: `` Lassie, Lassie, Lassie''. We would watch the dog come to the boy over and over again. He never gets tired of watching it. But, whenever that scene would come on, he would pull me closer, I would be petted generously. 
 I would rest my head atop His chest and feel a soft thumping noise, a tremor. 
 As the screen darkened. His body would loosen and slump over me, his nap commencing. I would shift on top of him and nuzzle my snout onto his lap. 
 That is all I want, and all I will ever want. 
 
 Now, He will barely even look like at me. 
 
 I want Him to notice me. 
 
 I want Him to be *there*... 
 
 Recently, I've been following him. 
 I would poke at his legs with my nose, and he would barely even notice. 
 His face is empty, like my food bowl. 
 
 I remember our last few walks, I would see dogs I knew. I would think of dogs I once knew. I would wonder where they went. I would watch them grow sickly. I would never see them again, just their Him or Her's solemn face drifting by... emptier than any food bowl could ever be. 
 
 I decide to return to my bedding, I think He needs room. 
 
 I wake up in my carrier. I whimper. I have been taken in my sleep. Where am I? The carrier is opened and I grabbed by many appendages and I am held against a hard surface. 
 I paw at the restrainers holding me down. 
 I want to know where I am. 
 As I turn my head side to side, I see Him. His empty face looks like one of another Him, but he is my Him, another painted shade of Him. 
 He paints. 
 He is still here. 
 I hear mumbles. 
 He approaches. 
 I feel pressure of one of his hands on my ear, stroking it tenderly. 
 His face is near mine. 
 We lock eyes. 
 Moisture begins to drip down his face. 
 I lap it off of him. 
 He shakes. 
 My vision diminishes with every ear stroke. 
 His breathing becomes heavy, it is reminiscent of the Him on the fluffy cushions. 
 He mumbles. I do n't understand: 
 
 `` *Please don-*'' he chokes... he starts again, gasping: `` *Please do n't hate me. *'' 
 
 He puts one hand on his face. He takes it off. 
 
 I do n't understand. 
 
 `` *I... you're my best friend. It's hard for me to let go. Please forgive me. *'' 
 
 His voice takes a forceful tone. 
 
 `` *I did n't choose this, I did n't WANT this! *'' 
 
 I feel a pain in my side. 
 
 He inhales sharply again. 
 The appendages holding me down mumble. 
 He takes a step back. 
 I hear an exhale. 
 He leans forward. 
 
 I hear something I understand. 
 `` *I love you... *'' 
 
 I *know* this! 
 
 *Love*, *LOVE* is what I have been thinking of, this... it's the answer that will cradle my weakened body as I lay somewhere that is not a bed, in someone's arms that are not His. I grasp it all as much as a dog can, is this what I've been searching for? I realize I have heard this before, more than Lassie, even... How has this jumped over my head? It was n't a failed command. I recognize my inferiority, and there is nothing I can do. It's okay... even in my last seconds... as I advance onto something more or less... I do n't know. I know this feeling I've had for Him since His and my younger days... it is something that is everywhere but nowhere in sight. **LOVE**. 
 
 I know I was no border collie, and I will never be a Lassie, but I will always be good enough for Him. 
 I know it. 
 
 
 **TL; DR: ** Not everyone gets to be Lassie. 
 
 **EDIT**: This has nothing to do with religion or any gods, it is just about a man and his dog. The dog sees the man as his world. But, interpret it as you wish...
