Stacy picked me up my tail wagging, but her hands seemed cold and sad, I couldn’t understand why. The card ride to what I think is the park, is different. Tears streaming down Stacy’s face her eyes piercing with pain and sadness. Wait, we pulled into some different place, nothing like the dog park. People leave looking just like Stacy except they leave with no pet. Stacy pulled me out of the car she kissed my forehead and her cold tear swept across me. A lady took me and all I remember is a needle and my Stacy slowly fading away.