Each step I take, I feel pressure on my soul. All I can do is support the my person who bought me. Beneath me I feel the earth, I am used up as a cushion between my owner and the pavement beneath me. All I can do is support my owner. Up and down, in a circular motion. All I can do...
I absorb the shock from the pavement which runs throughout my whole body. I am being bombarded by rain. It is below freezing temperature. It feels like I am being attacked by coins. My body becomes stiff.
There are other days where I endure the summer heat of Los Angeles. The pavement is scorching hot. It feels like I am being melted by the heat and friction between me and my owner.
All the suffering I have to endure,and what do I get as a result of my hard work? I get washed.
Knowing I have done my job, getting used up to all of my possible potential.
Getting beat up, thrown, washed, getting bitten by dogs, and running through all the seasons of the year. I know I have done my job. Maybe if I am good enough and be taken care of well, I may be able to last a little longer.
