Kira knew she was very lucky. Extremely lucky. She just couldn’t express to herself just how lucky she was.
This happened three weeks zamani - It was her final siku at Silver Lake Animal Shelter, and she was on the Death List. The Death orodha was a horrific thing for mbwa at Animal Shelters. The people who run the Shelters give wewe a week, only a week, then you’re on the Death List. But there was hope. She was going to be rescued kwa a teenage girl and the sexiest American White Shepherd she had ever seen.
“Kira’s on her last day?” the girl asked that day, while the American White gazed lovingly at Kira through the glass. She gazed back just the same.
“Yup,” the fat guy with the moustache, who was named Bob, replied cheerily, “then she’s off to the operating table. Ha! Away with her!” Bob laughed manically – He hated animals. He was the sort of guy who found entertainment in seeing wanyama die, and that’s partly the reason he took the job he had.
“Then I’ll take her. She’s a Border Collie, is that right?”
“Yes,” Bob alisema through gritted teeth. Damn, he thought, I was looking mbele to seeing her on the table.
Reluctantly, Bob opened the pen and allowed the girl to go in and rescue Kira from her fate. The American White was thrilled, and bounded up to her. Kira looked into this dog’s eyes, and found a new emotion she had never felt before. She knew he was right. As I’ve said, Kira was extremely lucky that day. Because fate had it that she was just saved kwa none other than Penny and her dog Bolt.