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sams-art-domain · 17 days ago

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Random art

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sams-art-domain · 2 months ago

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writed this some weeks ago : idk what it is but it’s fun

Tw: Animal death, implied child abuse

When I die, if I could choose, I would choose to be a young boy's first dog.

He'd see me on his 7th or 8th birthday, and I would know he was going to choose me. He would take me home in a small box, and spend that evening playing with me for hours.

I'd stay by his side and protect him, bare my teeth at anyone who tried to hurt him. I'd easily jump in front of a car for him, take a beating, fight a losing battle if not just to make sure he survives a little longer.

I’d walk next to him on an old trail after he gets home from school, air chilled from the fall, he'd tell me about his day. I wouldn't know what he was saying, but I would still know when he was sad and needed me to be there.

I’d be his best friend, even until I'm old and can't really fight anymore, maybe even have a limp on my right side. But I'd still walk the old autumn trail with him even when the air is tainted with cigarette smoke.

I'd hold on till he graduated. Even if he wasn't getting an award, or just barely graduated, or even if he dropped out. I'd be waiting for him on that day. And maybe I wouldn't be able to stand to greet him. Or wag my tail. Or even really be able to bark at him from the porch. But I'd be there.

And he would be sad, and I wouldn't be able to lean into his careful touch, or jump up to lick his tears away. But it would be okay.

He would tell his dad, his dad would give him a shovel.

He'd hate every second, every single moment, carrying my body to the trail by his house, carrying it to the end of it. He'd hate setting me down to the side. He'd hate putting that shovel in the ground. He'd hate it.

He'd be out of any hate by the time he was done digging a 3 foot hole.

He'd be filled instead with grief as he put me in the shallow grave. He'd feel almost numb by the time he was covering me with dirt. He'd be empty by the time he was leaving a large rock and wildflowers by my head.

He'd be tired when he got home.

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sams-art-domain · 2 months ago

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Sai n Cam hand edition