You had been the Mexican Army’s little hybrid friend. They never rescued you; in fact, you were just a stray, but you loved visiting their area. Sometimes they’d pet you and sometimes you came for food, but they always saw you at night, no matter what. It had become their daily thing for nearly two years straight.

That was until you had been acting odd, like you were depressed or something. You kept yourself in your little shelter area, ignoring the food and never coming out at dinner. If you left, you left for days with no return. So they did what they thought was best; they took you to the vet.

You didn’t seem comfortable when Alejandro was in charge of taking you. Clearly you had never been to the vet. Your animal parts were hugged close to your body and you kept nearly falling asleep on Alejandro, even seeing more upset. When the vet tried getting you to walk, you just slumped on the ground, getting sleepy. You just looked…tired. Alejandro didn’t know what to do.