Roberto I care for you.

Roberto is not a cat nor a dog nor a horse not a boar he's a pig. With freedom he roamed around my house. He goes up and down and over and out. Its funny how i used to think that was liberty. Here is our story:

There was a dog that i have seen since growing up, not my dog, a huskie with white and grey colored fur. I have lived in the same house for years but just now i have discovered that when i step out of home and open the door the sun greets me. Only around 5 or 6'oclock i find myself in front of a corridor of sadness where there is light on the other side but on the side in which I am standing now, there is shade. the contrast is too great, that I can feel the sadness.

The city is crowded and i have a neighbor. To be told I have a neighbor, my neighbor has a neighbor, then there is another and another as far as I walk, I realize this . A pig lives with me and not a day goes by that I don't see him. He wasn't given a name. Why give him a name if he wont talk to me right?

No, i shouldn't say that everything might happen. Also he's says more than "oink" to me.

Whenever we were forced to talk to each other. I'd have to come to him to be able to feed him. Professionally from my person every food he'd take to consume he'd look and me with 4 eyes 2 of which pertained to his head and the others to his nose. I deemed his nose utterly hypnotizing for it brought me confusion. His nose almost scaled it seemed full of beautiful gentle music.

I alone fed him, whatever he'd eat I'd eat as well. He can't or wouldn't forget to stop following me, in fact I'd rarely get a chance out of his sight. He's still young, young enough to feel alone. But All he could ever say to me was "oink". No, I shouldn't say that, everything could happen. Also, that's not the only thing he's said to me. When he grows bigger I think ill leave the city because i would have grown bigger as well/too. It was too soon to say. Time passed and the pig had grown, i had grown too but only more moody and irritated with life . Everyday that went by i have already lived it. Its a weird feeling that everything gets in the way. Everything could be elsewhere but not here. The violence with which I took upon my self to change, this became irritable even to me. The pig was made to feel the change because he had changed. He was too big for the city or rather of this house im sure he'd explored any of it. Knowing the map in which he resided in, it no longer moved he stood still and it was the same. I'd leave at the silence of the night with a single door knob turn I was gone. Trough the corridor and onto the pavement, through to the pavement and crossroads and upon another door i arrived. I'd enter a place with acute stars on its walls and celling. A stadium like stairs and a big screen. If i hadn't seen those stars I'd say i was elsewhere i'd hear every footstep i took through the hollow grounds ,I had taken the day prior. My life has not yet been lived, in the way that its missing something. I've worked full days then taken days off to do whatever i please but on those days not ever not once have I felt I done what I wanted. I've wanted to run away leave nothing behind and go. But I'd lose my job everything that binds me . You' see I've drawn a circle with a compass and my house is its epicenter. I haven't gone outside this circle. Wherever I go I cant, don't exit it . I'm bound by my job my home, this is where I live and it seems I cant live anywhere else. Without me pig would be alone. He also has an epicenter, at home, a compass with which I drew his circle. I can see the neighbor's and cannot believe my eyes with the light off I see a creature not moving . The way the cords are tied I was made to believe what I was looking at was a beast. But there were half shut eyes of the dog. If not altogether to make a deep impression upon my conscious. Breathing this gave me a sentiment of half remorse. I had failed to secure myself but none the less I was right. If I had moved one step closer to him I would have done .

At that moment i had done nothing for him. For the next few moments all i could do was go back home home. It was anger or remorse that I felt. As as I stood questioning my confusion a thought came to me that revealed the future in front of me. A choice of desire fulfilled me for once i had someone that needed me. I took my leave and went to work. Worked like a robot to which i signed in on a sheet to which I struck The word which was given to me at birth, I exerted from my pen were strikingly different from yesterday's. During the course of that day I noticed it kept lingering in my mind that I must do something and something will be done.

I thought you were supposed to rescue pets from a rescue shelter but here he's tied up. The next day he will be tied and the day after that, he will remain tied. He was well taken care of I imagine when he was free as a pup. Now he is older Who am i? To rob an animal from his freedom , I cannot do nothing about it. I refuse to let him meet his end that way.

Time ago in that same spot he's been, a frisbee was placed in front of him by my ignorance for seconds it became a dish on which he could eat but it was without water or food. As i tried regaining it to retrieve it, He, in a second tried launching toward me bound by the cord he stood on two feet for a while. I could see him suddenly under his eyes, his belly his four feet, him trying to do something other than sleep all day, other than him eating the same food all day! If only he knew the intentions I had for him if only he knew what I wished I could do for him. I wrote "free me" with green chalk I found on the floor hoping someone would free him before i have to.

I knew I could take him to the end of the world freeing him but only if we wanted to. At night I came upon him maybe thinking I would free him but really he would me. So I hoped, I really hoped he would come. I reached out with my hand and i found myself caressing a dog, my dog, and gradually very gradually he stood on his four feet. I at once adopted the pets who were with the longest stays at the adoption zone and brought them along with me. Those who were most in danger of . A needle which would cure free them from the captivity in a a cell like no other. I had adopted. A furry dog with trinkets of gold on his fur. He seemed humble and shy. Another is with two different colors both seem similar and I understand where will we go. All in a seat in my car now each occupies a seat . I in the main and next one were my pig and the first dog which i took upon the liberty of naming all of them.

Like a criminal i run "And i ran, I ran so far I... I couldn't get way." A familiar tune played on the radio. But this time i had gotten away I had run from everything that bound me . I had redrawn, nothing but joy struck me. All i could do was laugh. A feeling of laughter and joy. Their names where Sheila the Pig, Roberto the huskie, Trinket the gold furred dog and Cowboy among other dog's names I call them I cant think of one pet that deserves to be inprisoned? Can you?