forgetting...

I always forget to remember things, and this article is about one of those times. it is a bit of a sad story, my mother one week left the house, for a week. She told me on the phone that she was sending our dog to the local kennel, so i said okay, and we said goodbye and she left. I then began doing whatever I wanted. Mostly just sitting and watching T.V. I lost my phone and I tried to find it, but I couldn't. Also my house phones were changing systems. I had no way to contact anybody. that week I heard barking noises throughout the week, but I thought it was just the neighborhood dogs. Its now the end of the week, and I found my phone. I opened it and there were about 70 messages from my mom. they were mostly just saying what she was doing and saying goodnight. but then there were 15 voice messages from here, reminding me to feed the dog. I ran to the back room and I smelled a horrible smell. I opened my dogs cage, hoping it to be empty. There was my dog, lying there, skinny as heck and dehydrated. I picked him up, grabbed some food water and the keys to my car and drove to the vet. while driving I gave him a lot of water and food. I got to the vet with my dog, and they took him. they said he would be better, but not for another couple of months.