Post by |X|Kodiak|X| on Jan 15, 2018 2:19:21 GMT
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Symphony is the name of a mixed breed who was born to live and die only knowing how to work and breed, a mixed breed who had suffered from the moment of birth to the current day ….. but would you really call it suffering? Or surviving and living on?
The world is a cruel place to the weak and an overbearing hell to the strong, you must choose. Will you fight to survive or will you get beaten down and kicked aside? I never got a choice. In this world you can be born into a family of the highest caliber or one with almost no caliber at all, I was born weak and on the streets, the lowest of low. I was birthed and then discarded for being small and useless, unable to do any jobs the industry may have offered. In the eyes of most I did not exist and my life was just a burden, still, I wanted to feel alive. To be wanted with my physical in-capabilities and all. Creatures would pass by me day after day, my life holding no importance to them, the echo of paw steps walking away forever haunting my dreams. That's just how it was, no getting around it. My first memory was a nudge to the cheek and the image of an old, bony mutt. To think he would peer down at me, the weak black and silver pup with no hope of survival. His large brown eyes were filled with sorrow and the fear of living another day. Knowing the only thing awaiting were those forsaken streets. The fact that he stopped was a feat in itself. I will never know why he did what he did, maybe the feeling of dying without ever really living was to much, maybe he thought he needed to leave a mark. Throughout my life I wished he would have just let me drift away, without pain without suffering so much. Something about his troubled eyes reached out to me, a feeling I had yet to learn but would soon figure out fast. The loss of something important. The elder had taken me in and raised me up with what little food and knowledge he had. But I was still oblivious to the harsh reality that welcomed me with opened arms. I was alone but I would soon grow up to understand he was the only thing I had grown to love in my 5 months of life.
Sadly I would soon lose what I treasured most.
To be continued.......
Symphony is the name of a mixed breed who was born to live and die only knowing how to work and breed, a mixed breed who had suffered from the moment of birth to the current day ….. but would you really call it suffering? Or surviving and living on?
The world is a cruel place to the weak and an overbearing hell to the strong, you must choose. Will you fight to survive or will you get beaten down and kicked aside? I never got a choice. In this world you can be born into a family of the highest caliber or one with almost no caliber at all, I was born weak and on the streets, the lowest of low. I was birthed and then discarded for being small and useless, unable to do any jobs the industry may have offered. In the eyes of most I did not exist and my life was just a burden, still, I wanted to feel alive. To be wanted with my physical in-capabilities and all. Creatures would pass by me day after day, my life holding no importance to them, the echo of paw steps walking away forever haunting my dreams. That's just how it was, no getting around it. My first memory was a nudge to the cheek and the image of an old, bony mutt. To think he would peer down at me, the weak black and silver pup with no hope of survival. His large brown eyes were filled with sorrow and the fear of living another day. Knowing the only thing awaiting were those forsaken streets. The fact that he stopped was a feat in itself. I will never know why he did what he did, maybe the feeling of dying without ever really living was to much, maybe he thought he needed to leave a mark. Throughout my life I wished he would have just let me drift away, without pain without suffering so much. Something about his troubled eyes reached out to me, a feeling I had yet to learn but would soon figure out fast. The loss of something important. The elder had taken me in and raised me up with what little food and knowledge he had. But I was still oblivious to the harsh reality that welcomed me with opened arms. I was alone but I would soon grow up to understand he was the only thing I had grown to love in my 5 months of life.
Sadly I would soon lose what I treasured most.
To be continued.......
