Today, Milu looked back at the house she had been attached to for 9 years for the last time to go to the animal rescue station, its owner decided he didn’t want to keep it anymore.

Milu, a gentle  dog with a soft, golden coat, stood at the entrance of the home that had been his world for the past nine years. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at the familiar door, the windows where he used to watch the seasons change, and the garden where he had spent countless hours playing and lounging in the sun. Every corner of this house held memories—of love, of laughter, of a time when everything felt safe and secure.

But today, everything was different. Today, Milu was leaving this home, the place he had grown to love, the only place he had ever known. His owner stood beside him, gently holding his leash, ready to take him to a new place—the VPA Animal Rescue Center. They had explained to Milu that it was necessary, that they could no longer care for him due to circumstances beyond their control. But Milu didn’t understand the reasons; all he knew was that he was being taken away from the home he loved.

As they walked to the car, Milu kept glancing back at the house. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried to be brave, to hold them back. The house seemed to be saying goodbye to him, its walls silent and still, as if it too felt the sadness of this moment. The garden, with its blooming flowers and shady trees, looked just as beautiful as it always had, but it felt distant now, as if it were already slipping away from him.

When they reached the car, Milu hesitated. He turned back one last time, his eyes filled with sorrow as he took in the sight of his home. He remembered the times when he would run to the door, tail wagging, to greet his owner as they came home from work. He remembered the nights when they would sit together by the fireplace, Milu’s head resting on his owner’s lap, feeling the warmth of the fire and the love that had always been there.

But now, that warmth felt like a distant memory, replaced by the cold reality of what was happening. Milu whimpered softly, his tears finally breaking free and rolling down his furry cheeks. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to say goodbye to the place that had given him so much happiness. But he had no choice.

His owner knelt down beside him, stroking his fur gently. “I’m so sorry, Milu,” they whispered, their voice thick with emotion. “I wish things could be different. I hope you’ll be happy at the rescue center. They’ll take good care of you there, I promise.”

Milu looked up at his owner, his eyes pleading, asking for reassurance, for some way to stay. But all he saw was the sadness in their eyes, a sadness that mirrored his own. They were saying goodbye too, and it broke his heart.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Milu allowed himself to be guided into the car. He curled up on the seat, his body trembling with sorrow as the engine started and they pulled away from the house. He pressed his nose against the window, watching as the house grew smaller and smaller in the distance, until it was nothing more than a speck on the horizon.

The ride to the VPA Animal Rescue Center was quiet. Milu’s tears continued to fall, his heart aching with the loss of the only home he had ever known. He didn’t know what awaited him at the rescue center, but the thought of being without his home, without his owner, made him feel so lost and alone.

When they arrived at the rescue center, the staff greeted them with kind smiles and gentle hands. They spoke softly to Milu, trying to comfort him as they led him inside. But Milu couldn’t stop looking back, hoping for one last glimpse of the car, of his owner. But they were gone, and Milu was alone in this new, unfamiliar place.