Monologue of a dying dog

As I sit here in this dark cellar, I preach my whole life to you. This is the first time I've ever felt trapped. But where to begin I ask you. I've always loved to walk. That was my one pure pleasure in life. I could walk for miles and miles, and if needed I could run even further. I loved to feel the open around me. I could feel there were no limits or boundaries to where I wanted to go. Not like this though, not like this.

Simple things in life, things I used to take for granted now seem unreachable and luxuries seem like tools of the Gods. Wait, I can hear something, shut up stop talking. I said shut up. There he is. Look at him, just look at him. My flesh creeps with a million legs just at the site of him. The air suddenly gets cooler when he enters the room. I hope you're not falling asleep on me. I hate being ignored. A pure attention seeker I've been told. Never happy till I have EVERYONE'S eyes on me. Others said I was being annoying. Spoke out of turn. Rude, obnoxious. I say they were jealous. I hated them for it

But oh how they still have freedom. And I still sit here waiting for my end. I think I've lost weight; it's been at least 4 days since he's fed me. I can't tell what day it is anymore; I can only see the undying dark. I fell asleep in here, god knows when, and when I woke up it felt like time hadn't passed. I knew it had, I'd soiled myself again. Hey stop walking away I'm still talking to you.

Things are getting worse, I've never felt so alone, so incredibly alone. It's like I've been in here for weeks now, maybe near a month. I don't see him much anymore. He used to come by once in a while. He used to slam the front door so hard the windows shook. He used to sit there and watch that box all day long. He sometimes used to drink. He hasn't been around for a long time.

I heard him last night, although it doesn't sound like him anymore. Usually he's clumsy and oafish when he walks, but this time the noise was quieter, almost a scuttle across the floor. Hey, I think I just saw something. It must be my eye's deceiving me. Once, when she was around, we played a game where she hid a ball and blindfolded me. I had to find it just by it's smell. It took me a long time, but when I got it in the end she gave me some food. What I wouldn't do for that food now. I miss her

Things are looking bad. I can't move anymore, my legs have gone numb and are starting to smell of compost. My hair is covering my eyes now, not that there's anything to see. I think my little friend has gone now, to find a new home. I will miss my dear spider friend.

My nose has dried and I'm finding it harder to breath. Not long left now

And all I wanted was another walk, just one more walk.