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

I heard the familiar sound of two feet hitting the ground from the top of the bed I was lying on. Master must be awake. I wonder why, though. He usually sleeps in. Well, I should n't complain, it's more time with my best friend! 
 
 I raised my head from where I lay, tail swaying side to side. I was rewarded with a pat on the head. He began that garbled noise that came from his mouth. I wonder why he did n't just communicate normally. Well, I had learned some words, like one in particular,'Breakfast'. Master went to the bathroom. He would do that, then make food. So I'd wait here until then. I love my Master. 
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 I waited by the worn chair Master sat in. I would sometimes get a piece of his food if I whined a bit. It was a little degrading, but it was delicious. Of course, the kibble was nice too, but not as good. Oh, there he is. All dressed too. Did he have to leave for some reason? It was Saturday, he should n't have to go. 
 
 He was rooting through the fridge now as I waited before he pulled out that familiar package of meat strips. Those were the best of all! Oh, he was putting them out now. I would hop up to try and snatch a piece, but I did n't have as much energy, and moving too much had started to hurt. I must have pulled a muscle or something, it'd get better soon. 
 
 Wow, that's a lot of meat strips-... poured into my food bowl? All for me? I looked up for confirmation, getting another head pat in reply. I did n't hesitate now, diving in. I love my Master. 
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 I watched the moon going down as we rode in the big noisemaker. Odd that we left so late, but maybe it was another surprise! After the bacon, we went for a walk, I got one of those'meety um rare' cow chunks. 
 
 After that he just let me until he took me out here. So here we were. At least, until the noisemaker stopped. I looked out the window. Oh, the Scary Master. He looked like Master, but used sharp stuff. I think Master called him'little brother', whatever that means. Master stepped out of his side, going to mine and opening the side, putting on my leash and leading me out and towards the place. 
 
 We did n't wait inside long, we were the only ones there. Scary Master led us to the back. They seemed to be talking before Scary Master have Master's needle. Master set me on the table. It would be cold, but it had a soft blanket on top. Comfy. My attention was drawn from the cozy sheet to Master. He was crying now, speaking his garbled language. I wonder why he's sad, we had so much fun today! I licked his cheek, tail wagging. Do n't cry, be happ- Ow! Oh, he used the needle on me? 
 
 Ooooh, that's why he was crying! He felt bad about it. Master is so funny. Being scared for me. It hurts, but I'm strong!... Well, strong and sleepy. I'm glad Master cares about me so much, I ca n't wait for tomorrow. I'm gon na sleep now. I love my Master. 
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 Not the best at sad stories, just decided to try for fun!
