We all talk about how sad it is that dogs in abandoned worlds never see their owner again.
But what about cats that still sleep on their owner's bed and keep the creepers away for nobody?
The colourful sheep, the cows and the chickens that still live in a farm, never shaved, milked and eggs never collected, all grown up but never bred again.
The foxes that grew up in a house and still hold an important item, waiting for someone to give them berries again.
The saddled striders waddling away in the Nether, the saddled horses wandering the pastures with an old diamond armour, forever without a rider.
The endermen, both in boats and out of them, that steal flowers and litter the garden with dirt blocks, never again to see the creature that lived there.
The automated farms that long stopped working, their chests entirely full.
The builds still standing, from little houses and holes in mountains to grand monuments and castles, hours spent on them only to be admired by nature alone. Old, once worth of pride, perhaps marked to be renovated one day, but now empty, untouched.
Long tunnels in abandoned mines, striped and lit and never used again.
Redstone contraptions with wiring so carefully placed, never to be activated again.
The villagers that live their lives to wonder where the creature they used to trade with - for some of them, the creature that gave them a job in the first place - went.
Piglins that were once children stealing gold from the Overworld being that used to trade with their parents, never seeing them again to repay for their valuables.
Endermen wandering the End in peace, free from the Enderdragon, staring at the emptiness that is the portal to the Overworld, to a spawn in a stronghold never used again.
Old tools and armour, buckets and feathers, books and discs and food and spare arrows, broken elytras and old maps, sticks and golden apples, iron and gold and emeralds and lapis and diamonds, dye and saplings, all fruit of work of some kind, all forgotten in a chest or a barrel.
Ender chests with contents forever sealed away.
The beds you never sleep in again. The blocks you planned to use, but never did. The corners unexplored.
An entire world abandoned
And the dog waiting for its owner.
