That her ribs showed， that her ears were filthy， that her overall condition was poor and that her coat and eyes were dull， were good indications that you didn' t deserve her. But just to make sure， I checked with the local authorities for a report of a missing dog matching her description and to see if you' d placed a "lost dog" advertisement in the local newspaper. You hadn' t， which I can only surmise means that you do not miss her. That' s rather convenient， because the fact that she is not spayed， probably unvaccinated， and possibly heartworm positive， means that restoring her health could cost me around a thousand dollars.
Perhaps it may be some small comfort to know that she doesn' t miss you. In fact， her very act of escape made it clear that she' d had enough of your brand of pet guardianship. It took her about a day to realize that I' m not you， that I won' t hurt her， that despite our brief acquaintanceship. I love her. It took two days for her to realize that the other animals who live here accept her and that one of the joys she has been missing has been the companionship of other dogs. It took three days for her to appreciate the ecstasy of a homecooked meal and that a couch is meant to be reclined on， and that she no longer has to sleep outside—in fact， when the thunder starts， she' ll get a hug and her ears rubbed， and I' ll make a fool of myself with baby talk.
She has a beautiful name now. Already in the first week she has come to look more like she should. Her eyes sparkle and she has learned to wag her tail in greeting. She has stopped flinching when I make a sudden movement， because she knows now that I won' t beat her， in fact， she rarely leaves my side. She' s even become brave enough to bark at a cat and today I watched from the window as she initiated play with the other dogs. No， it' s clear she does not miss you or her former life of neglect on a chain.