鲍勃·特伦/Bob Toren
“Did you hear that?”the old dog shouted.
They all ran to the front of their kennel doors to see if someone was coming to“pick them”.
“Sorry，”he said to the other dogs as his ears fell down from their perked position. I could have sworn I heard voices saying，‘Isn’t he cute?It‘s Christmas, can’t we take him home with us?
“You must have been dreaming again old man，”said the dog in the cage next to him.“Anyway, what‘s the big deal about getting picked up as a Christmas gift?We’ve all been through that routine and look where it got us.”
“Just once, Id like to feel the warmth of a hand stroking my head，”said the old dog.“I‘d like to be the one who kisses the tears off a sad face. I’d like to curl up next to a fre instead of this cold concrete. It hurts my bones.”
He curled up andsighed as the others said，“The only place youre going to fnd that is in your dreams, old man.”
Hanks wife had only been gone a year but the pain was as fresh as if time had stood still.
He was an old man now, alone and longed for the comfort that he knew no other person would ever be able to give to him again. What would his life become without her by his side?
Hank‘s cupboards were close to bare now and, although he didn’t want to go out, he knew he should at least pick up the basics. He drove slowly down the side streets for freeway driving had become too challenging.
Suddenly, the car started chugging and sputtering until fnally the engine quit altogether. One of the basic needs he forgot was fuel for the car！So he coasted over next to the curb, spotting a building within walking distance. Hopefully, theyd let him use their phone.
He walked into an offce area and rang the bell for service but no one came. He spotted another door going outside, failing to notice the sign posted“Employees Only”.
As Hank walked out, he was overwhelmed by yaps, barks and insane jumping from dogs all sizes and shapes. He then realized he had unintentionally gone to the dog shelter.