They look upset but keep telling me it’ll be okay every time I bring them my ball to cheer them up. I can tell they are worried about my master, but they don’t want to tell me. I know he’s in trouble.
I’ve been alone for days now, waiting for my master to come home. I’m so anxious and scared, I can’t help but worry. I can’t help but think of all the worst possibilities, of what could have happened to him.
I try to distract myself by playing with the other dogs, but it doesn’t help. I miss my master so much. I’m so used to him being around that it’s almost unbearable to be without him.
I keep my vigil, hoping and praying that he will come home safely. I can’t help but feel helpless, and I don’t know what else to do. All I can do is wait and hope.
Every night I lie awake, wondering if this will be the night he comes home. But so far, nothing. I just keep waiting, hoping, and praying.