*The following story is fictional, the information is not based on any particular person. This is a story that is meant to show how humanity seems to be nonexistent in some people's lives.*
My back aches as I try to get as comfortable as I can on the
freezing cold bench out in the park. I am hoping the cops don’t pay me a visit
and tell me to get off the bench. This bench is the most comfortable thing I
can find to sleep on and it is away from all the noise and the people.
Daisy, my dog, sleeps on the patch of grass to the right of
the bench. Her fur is matted up and I am
afraid that her health is poor. I don’t know what I would do without her… she
is the only friend I have left in this world.
That dog was the only one happy to see me when I came back
from war. She did not care that I suffered brain damage and lost my ability to speak the correct way.
When my wife left me after she saw no future with a mentally disabled man Daisy stayed
by my side.
After mom died and I ended up on the streets she followed
me. Some people may think that I should have given Daisy up to a better owner,
one that could support her. But Daisy would get depressed. One time before I ended
up on the streets and before I decided to fight in the war, I took a trip to my
friend’s beach house in Malibu which was about two hours away from where I lived.
Two days into my vacation I see Daisy running on the beach towards me.
Sometimes I wish people could have the same compassion and
loyalty as a dog.
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