Mist watched as the truck drove away. The wind blowing her light purple fur around. Her eyes filling with tears. Why was her master leaving her? Was he ever coming back? What was the point of this? Did I do something wrong? Mist thought. But she couldn't remember anything of being bad. Right now, the only thing she remembered was her eating her food and laid down for a nap in her kennel. When she woke up, her master was carrying her out of the big rusty blue gas-shooter. And smelling the sadness and fear on him. Mist perplexed through her mind. He had put Mist on the ground and hugged her tightly. Then, he hopped into the truck. That was all Mist remembered of that day. What was happening? She tugged on the collar around her neck. She sighed and laied down in the grass by the gas-shooting's path. She slowly drifted into a sleep for if nightmares about her master never coming back to her.