The dog I never had

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I remember, when I was in college, my friends and I visited PAWS Animal Rehabilitation Center. For those who aren't familiar with it, PAWS is the Philippine counterpart for PETA. One of the staffs toured us around. I saw a lonely white dog (I don't know the breed) sitting on the corner. We approached him and played with him. He was about nine years old, according to the staff. When his owner moved to a different apartment, he left him at the center because pets weren't allowed in his new home. He had been sad since he got separated from his person. His eyes lit up when he saw us. He wagged his tail and looked very happy. The staff told us that he had rarely seen him like that. I hugged him and wanted to adopt him so bad, but I couldn't because money was tight and I knew that I couldn't afford to have him. He was very old, his fur was already falling off. When it was time to leave, I looked at him one last time and silently said goodbye to him. I knew that I'd never see him again. Someday, I'm going back to the center, adopt a poor dog, and provide him the best home possible.