Dear Robinson Family,
I have to come clean, I can no longer hold this in. It breaks my heart each and every day to go on trips to the park when I know I don’t deserve them. I’ve been a bad puppy I know. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out to live in a house, maybe I was suppose to live under a bridge somewhere and end up getting hit by a car instead of dying naturally at the old age of 13. I should’ve never been born, maybe just ran away when you guys first brought me home. I don’t know why I did it, I just get so exited when I see you! it shames me to say this but I’m leaving. I can’t pee on the carpet one more time. When I hide it I feel like a dagger is in my heart that you will have to clean it up not knowing what happened because I am just too ashamed to tell you. I left the last of my treats by the back door and a pile of vomit with some grass in it in the backyard if any of you want it. I’ll stay one more night and in the morning, if you pet me, I know you will want me to stay even WITH my flaws.
Don’t put up missing posters, I will not respond.
Good bye,
Love,
Mr. Bacon snugglepuss.
