Official, You Don’t Scare Me I Have A Cat Shirt! Society deemed me worthless. I am the second most over-bred, and the second most euthanized dog breed in the United States. I am a Chihuahua. I am not a baby; I am about 4 years old. I am not particularly squishy, or cute, or note-worthy. I am not fluffy, or soft. In fact, at this point, I was damn near hairless, I was itchy, and I smelt terrible-humans were disgusted by me…I was disgusted by me. I wasn’t outwardly friendly towards humans.
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The hat was the point? No one had ever loved me, I had no idea what it was like to show a human that I needed them, or that I cared about them, that they are special to me because frankly, they weren’t, they never had been. Official, You Don’t Scare Me I Have A Cat Shirt! Hunger was something I had just grown to live with, at this time I weighed about 3lbs. A full tummy was just something of dreams, just as was a warm place to sleep. I found myself in a cold, damp kennel at the local shelter. Truthfully, this place wasn’t much worse than where I had come from; except this time, I knew I wasn’t leaving, this… was it. It was so loud there… so loud… it was deafening.
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I curled up into the smallest ball I could possibly create out of my skeletal, hairless body, shaking uncontrollably, and started to shut down. I had given up Official, You Don’t Scare Me I Have A Cat Shirt. I wasn’t hungry, I didn’t care. It would all be over soon, I could sense it, and I was okay with it, I was ready. Society was right, I was worthless. Then, one day, as I dreamt, a woman came to my kennel, awoke me from my sleep, and scooped me up. It was time. I just allowed her to carry me away, at least she held me close despite my odor-no one ever holds me close. Before I knew it, we were outside and I could feel the warm sun on my cold, flaky skin.