[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a dog who thinks he is going to the park but is actually going to be euthanized .

She wants me to get into the car. It's just so hard to walk to the garage. She picks me up. When did she get so much bigger than me? I remember seeing the top of her head when she sat in the backyard stacking twigs and leaves with her tiny hands. Ha ha, I wish I could know what she was doing then. 
 
 I bet we're going to the park. We do n't go very many places in the car. I want to go to the park, but I'm worried. I ca n't run with her like before. My legs do n't work. The back left one - it just wo n't move any more. I ca n't feel it. Does she know I ca n't move it? I hope she does n't know. I shift around to try to seem excited. I do n't want her to think I do n't want to go to the park, even though that's true. I hurt too much to play - but I'll try my best. 
 
 She pets the top of my head and makes sweet noises. Is she upset? Not at me. I'm not in trouble. She's definitely sad though. I nuzzle my nose against her thigh. It's hard to reach over there. It's also hard to keep my mouth closed. It's hard to breath that way, but I focus on keeping my breathing deep so that I can keep her calm. Do n't be sad. 
 
 The car has stopped. She makes more gentle noises and I sit up. I start panting again. I hurt all over from trying not to pant. She opens my door and scoops me up before I can try to leave on my own. 
 
 We are n't at the park, but I know this place. We keep coming here. After we go, I always have new things to eat. They are n't very good, but she wants me to eat them, so I do. 
 
 We see the same man as last time. He makes sad sounds and she makes sad sounds back. I sit on the cold table. I'm relieved no one is paying much attention to me. I can rest for a while. I'll just shut my eyes until she's done.
