He couldn’t remember having felt so warm and safe before. His baby blue eyes tried to take in the puppysitter’s face, but she was hazy, and his nose burned a bit because he had been crying. His nose always seemed to hurt when the tears came. He wondered why.. He could feel a bit of taste, but not much. His tongue felt dryer than the sun, but there was definitely something. He whimpered, feeling horrible because he had let the piece of meat fall to the floor. Would he ever get the chance to eat again? Stupid, stupid. His paw slowly pawed out into the air for no particular reason. His gaze stayed on the woman, begging her for more food. He would be good. His belly was owwy. It felt like it was made of a hole that wanted to take the rest of him with it. Conor did not want to go down into the belly hole!
She called him honey, and a pathetic smile automatically appeared in his plump yet too skinny face. All of a sudden something slightly wet and mushy touched his muzzle, and the boy automatically opened his mouth. His mouth exploded in brilliant colours, and it was something he did not need to chew. It was soft and tasty, and the fact that it had been inside Alexey’s mouth did not matter much. This was a natural thing for him, and it did not feel strange at all. He swallowed the food and resisted the urge to vomit. It was supposed to make him feel good. ”Don’ts leave Conor.” the boy whispered quietly, feeling his eyes burning again. |
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