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

He's getting the leash! 
 
 Finally! It's been awhile since we've gone to the park I'm so excited! The balls! The women! The dewey grass to roll around in! The women! 
 
 He does n't look very happy... I wonder why, I ca n't put my paw on it. He puts the collar around me and I can feel the sadness and frustration coming from his body. W-Was that a tear? 
 
 Ah the open road I just love it! He puts the window down for me every time so I can smell EVERYTHING. He has n't said a word to me. Not that I can really understand him anyway. I pick up on little physical cues instead. Like when He's upset He will usually slouch a lot. Not in a lazy way. It's different, like when She left and never came back. He also clenches his fist and I can hear him grinding his teeth. Something's not right. 
 
 `` Time to get out boy.'' 
 
 Wow what was that? So monotone. Almost... dead even. He's usually almost just as excited as me when we go to the park. I step down and feel the air. I look around and realize something: This is not the park! Where are we? I look up to Him and he has tears once again. I decide to try to cheer Him up by jumping around and raising my paw up and touching Him. The problem is, nowadays I'm not very good at jumping. It hurts. Really bad. I see a small smile creep out and quickly fade away. I start barking like crazy. 
 
 `` Shh boy come on, let's go.'' 
 
 We get inside and there are a couple other dogs. I recognize this place. This is where we first went to see Her. I did n't like her at first because she put some sharp thing inside my leg and it hurt. 
 
 Suddenly, I see Her. She does n't look very happy either. They take me inside a room that I've been in before. I think they're gon na give me another shot. They have to pick me up to put me on the bed now. I hate being such a burden to them. I want to walk again! 
 
 He's crying. He's mumbling words and I wish I could understand. All I can get is `` Love you'' and `` Good boy''. Now I'm really starting to wonder what's going on. I'm a little scared. She comes in the room. She says she loves me and what a good boy I am. I just want her to put the sharp thing in already so we can go to the park! 
 
 I'm cold. What's happening. I can barely see... He's crying so much and I ca n't do anything to stop it. Please stop! I'm scared... So... Scared... I just. I wan na go... To the p-
