Part of me wants to give my entire life to someone else. Why should I someone so silly and irresponsivle be expected to make choices for myself? What?
Putting myself up for adoption. Someone to take care of and love me with unconditional care and support. Not really a relationship. Someone who has the ability to take care of themselves that needs a pet around to keep them company. Someone who wants to come home and see their home in good order and have someone to cuddle and pet while they unwind. Someone who wants something around to keep the house from being too quiet. Someone who sometimes needs an excuse to not go out.
"Sorry my pet here isn't feeling too well. I wanna make sure it's okay."
And I know that my cue to whimper softly only loud enough for the microphone to pick it up every once in awhile. Until I hear the convinced party wish us well and hang up.
I am not built for this world. I was not raised to become an adult. I was raised to become someone's lovely house decor. I let their friends pet me and coo over the tricks I've learned. Smiling and praising my attempts at cooking and trying to please my owner.
Forever a silly little doll built only to take care of my owner with all the love and conviction in which they love and take care of me.
