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

They're taking me to the park. 
 
 I slip while getting into the car, but the humans catch me and set me down on the seat, petting my head and saying nice things. They all seem so sad. Maybe the park will make them happier. 
 
 Along the way, the little human girl starts crying and the man and woman and boy join in. They do not smell like tears of joy. 
 
 I'm so terribly hungry, but the pain in my stomach is getting worse. There's something wrong. Maybe the park will fix it. 
 
 When the car stops, I do n't see the park. I only see the vet's office. The acrid smell of fear and sickness fills my nose, and it intensifies my nausea. As soon as the humans set me down on the pavement, I wretch and try to vomit, but nothing comes up. I have n't eaten in days. 
 
 At the entrance, we meet other humans who wear light clothes and false smiles. Dismay clings to them like sweat. 
 
 They lead my family and me to a room full of chairs, while the woman and man argue loudly about things I do n't understand, though I can pick out a few words like `` love'' and `` old'' and `` waste'' and `` money''. The boy and girl pet me softly, and the man chokes back a sob. It is the first time I've ever seen him cry. 
 
 Another human appears in the doorway, holding something small, and she smells so wrong that I ca n't help but whine. Were n't we going to the park? The girl leans close and plants her face in the fur of my neck, whispering that everything will be okay even though her tears disagree. 
 
 They lead me to a dim, yellowish room. The stench of disinfectant is overwhelming, enough to make me gag. The boy and the man do n't follow, but the girl and the woman do. 
 
 The strange human makes me lie down and shaves a patch on my arm. I'm vulnerable like this, but I feel too ill to protest. She holds up a little sharp thing, flicks it twice. I feel a tiny prick, and the fear starts to build. 
 
 The girl cries, `` No!'' but I do n't know why. 
 
 This is wrong. This is n't the park. They lied to me. 
 
 Another prick, and I start to choke. The strange lady says something to reassure the humans, my humans, my family, but whatever she says is a lie because this hurts and I am afraid. 
 
 Their twisted, red faces fade in a smear of dying light. Their sobs grow fainter, fading into utter silence. 
 
 I am alone in the darkness for what feels like forever. 
 
 But then I see it. 
 
 My humans, oh my humans did n't lie. 
 
 I am so happy and the pain is gone and *I can see it*. 
 
 I'm going to the park.
