Savannah: 2009-2024 · 4:14pm Yesterday
I didn't want you.
I can't remember the first moment I saw you. I know Megan singled you out. Your name was Bella, and I didn't care for it. They told us your history. You were born in the pound, they said, and adopted as a puppy. You came of age on a South Dakota farm, and one day you got out of your fence and ate the neighbor's chickens. They brought you back to the place you were born, and if no one adopted you soon you would die there.