Memoirs of a Dog in Heaven: I Opened My Owner’s Diary - Part 1
Entries from Age 0
Looking back at footage from when I was 2 months old,
I finally realize the truth.
I was "kidnapped" by my owner in exchange for money.
I’m not her biological puppy after all.
No wonder she doesn’t eat poop!
Entries from Age 1 My owner wrote: “First trip to the park today. My dog picked up so much poop, I was so embarrassed.” ? I flipped to the next page quickly. “Said dog peed on the couch again! I’m furious!” ?? I. Didn’t. Do it. On purpose! I kept scrolling and spotted tiny handwriting at the bottom: “Still, it doesn’t feel all that bad when it curls up on my lap.” …Oh…
Entries from Age 2 “Has my dog developed a fetish lately?” “It carries that beat-up sock everywhere, even holds it while sleeping.” ??? That’s my trophy! A treasure I bravely rescued from the evil laundry basket! I thought she would praise me. Instead… she planned to throw it away secretly… You’re the real dog! I jumped down from the clouds at once and sent her a dream warning: “Whoever throws it away stays single!”
Entries from Age 3 “It lies by the window every day lately. It looks so lonely, like it’s missing something.” “Did it find out I’m not its birth mom?” ... I paused and recalled those days. “Oh… I was just staring at the sausages hanging outside the neighbor’s balcony.” Truly. Don’t overthink it. I was just hungry.
Entries from Age 4 I sneaked a peek at the hidden medical report. “Congenital heart condition. Estimated remaining time: 3–6 months.” No wonder my food suddenly switched to the most expensive canned treats. No wonder she started capturing every sleeping pose of mine on her phone. No wonder she carefully swept up all my stray fur and stored it inside a box. I stroked the diary and watched the wind drift across the clouds above. “So that’s how it is.”
Entries from Age 5 Only a few lines were written on my 5th birthday. “It eats, sleeps and soaks up sunshine just like every other day.” “Nothing seems different, yet I know every single day is precious.” After that, there were no more entries. I still remember how wonderfully warm the sunshine was that day. I closed the diary up in the clouds and looked down at my owner. “I’ve started writing my own diary too. There are countless stories you’ve never heard… until we meet again.”
If you can, hug them more often, snap more photos, take them to the park one more time. Don’t forget regular vet check-ups to catch those silent troubles they cannot tell you about. Their little diary won’t last forever. But inside your diary, they will always live on the warmest pages.
Entries from Age 1 My owner wrote: “First trip to the park today. My dog picked up so much poop, I was so embarrassed.” ? I flipped to the next page quickly. “Said dog peed on the couch again! I’m furious!” ?? I. Didn’t. Do it. On purpose! I kept scrolling and spotted tiny handwriting at the bottom: “Still, it doesn’t feel all that bad when it curls up on my lap.” …Oh…
Entries from Age 2 “Has my dog developed a fetish lately?” “It carries that beat-up sock everywhere, even holds it while sleeping.” ??? That’s my trophy! A treasure I bravely rescued from the evil laundry basket! I thought she would praise me. Instead… she planned to throw it away secretly… You’re the real dog! I jumped down from the clouds at once and sent her a dream warning: “Whoever throws it away stays single!”
Entries from Age 3 “It lies by the window every day lately. It looks so lonely, like it’s missing something.” “Did it find out I’m not its birth mom?” ... I paused and recalled those days. “Oh… I was just staring at the sausages hanging outside the neighbor’s balcony.” Truly. Don’t overthink it. I was just hungry.
Entries from Age 4 I sneaked a peek at the hidden medical report. “Congenital heart condition. Estimated remaining time: 3–6 months.” No wonder my food suddenly switched to the most expensive canned treats. No wonder she started capturing every sleeping pose of mine on her phone. No wonder she carefully swept up all my stray fur and stored it inside a box. I stroked the diary and watched the wind drift across the clouds above. “So that’s how it is.”
Entries from Age 5 Only a few lines were written on my 5th birthday. “It eats, sleeps and soaks up sunshine just like every other day.” “Nothing seems different, yet I know every single day is precious.” After that, there were no more entries. I still remember how wonderfully warm the sunshine was that day. I closed the diary up in the clouds and looked down at my owner. “I’ve started writing my own diary too. There are countless stories you’ve never heard… until we meet again.”
If you can, hug them more often, snap more photos, take them to the park one more time. Don’t forget regular vet check-ups to catch those silent troubles they cannot tell you about. Their little diary won’t last forever. But inside your diary, they will always live on the warmest pages.