Who would have wanted a pet with disabilities anyway? I thought to myself as I watched the other families in the pet shop. They all seemed so happy, taking home their new furry friends and introducing them to their families. I had been coming to this pet shop for months, ever since the day the new family had moved in down the street.
The new family had brought with them a whole litter of puppies, and everyone was eager to take one home. I had been so excited when I first heard the news and had gone to the pet shop as soon as I could. But I was always too late, and all the puppies had already been taken.
The pet shop owner had noticed my disappointment and had offered me an older dog with special needs. I had taken him home, but I couldn’t help feeling like I was missing out. I had wanted a puppy like everyone else, but I was stuck with an old dog with disabilities.
I was perfectly okay knowing that the newcomers were getting their families before I did. I had my dog, and I loved him, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he wasn’t the same as the other puppies. I had wanted something special, something that I could show off to my friends, but all I had was a pet with disabilities.