For two days, I waited where you left me, scared and alone by the roadside. The roar of passing cars terrified me, but I didn’t move, believing you would return. A kind woman stopped and tried to take me in, offering food and shelter, but I refused. I only wanted to wait for you. When she put a leash on me, I panicked, biting and crying in fear. She didn’t understand that I wasn’t abandoned—I was just waiting for my person. She took me away, and I felt heartbroken, knowing you might worry when you returned and didn’t find me there.

At her home, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I cried, hoping you’d hear me, and even got sick from my distress. But time passed, and despite my sorrow, I had to eat because my stomach ached. The bed she gave me was soft, and without realizing it, I wagged my tail a little. She calls me Milo, but that’s not my name. She says I can stay forever, but I know you’ll come back for me. This must all be a mistake, right? Because, Mommy, you wouldn’t just leave me behind… would you?