Shattered loyalty: The heartbreaking journey of an abandoned pit bull

GET OUT! A rough male voice barked, as the back door of the car swung open on one cold, rainy night. The engine of the car was loud, rumbling as it idled, as if the man was in a hurry, waiting for something, or someone, to leave.

The dog, a large black pit bull with sad, soulful eyes, hesitated only a moment before jumping out onto the wet, empty road. He looked up at his owner, tail wagging cautiously. His heart was full of hope—he'll be back, right? He waited.

But instead of a pat on the head or a kind word, an old, tattered pet bed was tossed from the car with a handful of treats, scattering onto the wet asphalt. The treats landed with a soft plop on the ground, like little crumbs of a forgotten promise.

The man didn’t even look at him as he slammed the car door shut, the sound echoing through the cold night air. The engine roared to life, and with a screech of tires, the car sped off into the distance, the faint sound of its engine fading into the night.

The pit bull stood frozen, staring after the car that had always been his home, his world. His tail drooped. What just happened? He shook his head, confused, still unable to process it.

"Wait! Come back!" he whimpered, his voice small and desperate, but the car was already gone, leaving nothing behind but the rain and the bitter taste of betrayal.

He stared at the bed on the ground, his old bed, and then at the pile of treats. A sharp pang of hunger gnawed at him, but it wasn’t just the hunger in his stomach. It was the hunger for a love he thought was unbreakable.

He glanced up one last time, hoping, wishing. But there was nothing. The street was empty.

The pit bull turned around, his legs shaky, and began to run after the car. His heart raced as the miles stretched out before him, the road slick with rain. He couldn’t believe it. His owner wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t.

"Come back! Please!" he cried, his voice cracking as he ran, the cold air biting at his skin, his paws slipping on the wet pavement. But the car was long gone, its taillights nothing more than a fading memory.

The pit bull didn’t stop. He kept running, the world around him blurring. He ran until his paws bled, until his muscles screamed in protest, until his legs gave way beneath him. He collapsed in the middle of the road, a broken heap, his chest heaving with exhaustion.

And then the rain started again, heavier this time, as if the sky itself was mourning with him. His heart, though heavy with grief, refused to give up. *No, he’ll come back. He has to. He loves me… right?*

But days turned into weeks.

The pit bull’s sleek black coat, once so shiny, was now matted with dirt and rain, tangled with the debris of the streets. His body grew thinner, his ribs clearly visible beneath his skin. Hunger gnawed at him, and the treats his owner had left behind were long gone, consumed in a desperate frenzy that had done little to ease the ache inside.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his owner. Or the last time he had felt the warmth of a gentle hand or heard the comforting sound of his voice.

He lay on the street corner now, barely able to lift his head. His eyes were bleary from lack of sleep and hunger. Where are you? he thought, blinking up at the gray sky. Please… just come back.

His body felt so weak, like it was no longer his own. His legs trembled when he tried to move. He couldn’t remember how long he had been lying there, shivering under the unrelenting rain. The world around him seemed to be fading, growing distant, like a dream he couldn’t wake up from.

His vision blurred. His head dropped back onto the cold concrete. He closed his eyes, the dark thoughts and painful memories mixing with the silence.

Then, he heard it.

"Hey there, old friend. I've got you!"

A voice, warm and familiar. His heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he lifted his head, his vision still clouded. A blurry figure stood above him. He could barely make out the shape of a man, a figure from his past. Could it really be?

"No way…" he whispered weakly, struggling to speak. "It couldn't be… could it?"

The figure bent down and gently lifted him, cradling him in arms that felt strangely comforting. The pit bull closed his eyes in relief. Finally…

"Don't worry," the man said softly. "You're safe now."

But as the pit bull felt his body being carried away, his fading strength couldn’t help but notice something—something wrong in the man’s scent, in the way his hands felt too cold, too unfamiliar. It wasn’t his owner. It wasn’t the man he had trusted for years. It wasn’t the one who had always promised they’d never be apart.

And then, through the haze of exhaustion, it hit him. The truth crashed into him like a wave of icy water.

This wasn’t his owner. This wasn’t the man who had betrayed him.

This man… was the one who found him after it was all too late.

The pit bull’s body grew limp, and his vision faded to nothingness.

The man’s voice was the last thing he heard.

"Yeah, you don’t look so good. Thought you’d be better off here."

The pit bull's final thought was one of bitter realization.

He had been discarded, and there would be no one left to care for him.

The world turned black.