Billy's Harrowing Tale

I don’t usually write long, sappy stories but this one I had to tell. You see, I had completely forgotten how much I love my little dog Billy until a few days ago. For probably ten years my family accused me of loving the dog more than them and well, I guess it appeared that way. But over the last couple of years, like my friend Ruth and her dog, me and Billy had grown apart. With all of his increasing needs and little accidents in the house, I was getting rather tired of him. He had also been producing an odor that made him believe his new name was “Billy You Stink”. I really believed it was time for Billy to pass on. But the other day changed my mind. It was about mid-day and Mom let him out in the back yard to “do his business”. She didn’t know the gate was open but Billy knew it and he decided to take himself for a walk. What happened when he was walking himself we will never know, but it was something bad. When he came home a few hours later I knew he was acting strange but I did not know exactly why. When I finally checked him over thoroughly for wounds, I found a three inch long gash in his side along with other small wounds. I cried. It was then that I realized I was a long way off from wanting Billy to leave my side. When I took him to the vet, she was concerned with his wounds but she was even more concerned with his teeth. It turned out that his teeth were in such bad condition, she had to pull many of them. Poor Billy, he went in with one wound and came out with no teeth. Now he has a big, bald spot on his side, seven stitches, bald spots on his front legs, and snaggled teeth. But all in all, he came out smelling a whole lot better and regaining a lot of love. Awwwww……