I’d rather die for biting the child and saving her then let him lay another hand on her. I had seen what he had done to her before and I could not bear to stand by and watch it happen again. I knew that my actions would bring me to this end, but I would not regret them.
My owner had been kind to me since I had been adopted as a pup. He had fed me, given me shelter and provided me with love. But, the moment I had bitten the child, he had changed. His face had gone from one of love and care to one of anger and disappointment.
He had taken me away from the child and her family and brought me back to his home. He had not said a word, but his face told me what he was going to do. I knew my time was up and I was resigned to my fate.
I lay in the corner of the room, waiting for the inevitable. I knew there was no escape, but I was determined to go out with dignity. My owner came in and looked at me with sadness in his eyes. He had tears in his eyes, but he said nothing. He simply put down a bowl of food and walked away.
I ate the food and lay down again, knowing that this would be my last meal. I wanted to cry, but I held back my tears. I wanted to be brave in the face of death.
The morning came and my owner returned. He looked at me with sadness and regret, but he was determined to do what he had to do. He took me outside and I felt the sun on my face for the last time. He held me in his arms and I felt his warmth for the last time. He said a few words and then he put me down.
The last thing I felt was a sharp pain and then everything went dark. I had died for a noble cause, and I was content.