Dog Sad Stories Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry. I didn't want to drag you into the mud." "Explain yourself." I took a breath. "When I was nineteen, in France, I knew a she-wolf—a fit-model. She was desperate for a place in a pack and mated with a designer who had a history of madness. He treated her like a slave. When she tried to run, her brother tried to save her... and he was torn apart in the streets. She was drugged and never shifted back. She’s still in a coma today."

"It's one thing to know what they were thinking, but it is another to hear it personally. When I heard those words, I stood there for a long time, and then I decided not to do those ridiculous things, and I wanted to be on good terms with Jimmy again. But..." "He raised a dog, and he liked it very much. But the dog suddenly died for some unknown reason. At that time, I was in a hurry to send it to the hospital to see if I could save it, but Jimmy came back..." "And then?" Elizabeth couldn't help but ask.

Mason's pov Saturday 3rd July 2021 ***************************** This painting will be the death of me. I just can't seem to get the colours right of the dog's fur. I've done paintings for this client before because I do commissions so I know I have to get it right to keep her business. The painting I'm doing now is of her Great Dane that I've actually met when I dropped off the last painting. It's a tan colour but I can't get the right shade and I have to leave soon to go to the club.

Buggy is a Siberian Husky I was able to save yesterday, just by thinking of Miss Evans sobbing if she lost her best friend, I don’t even want to think about it. I have to stop this habit of going over hours, but today it was necessary, slipt myself between the veterinary office and the shelter is becoming harder every day, but I love to do what I do, I love animals, the pleasure I get from taking care of them is bigger then any tiredness. I’m already closing the reception when I hear a long and suffering howl by the clinic door. I look through the glass door and see an agonizing huge black wolf. I’m alone at the veterinary clinic, but I can’t let this animal die at my door.

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

It wasn’t true. “Sophia my love. I love you.” And I felt the mate bond snap after he had died. Bria howled as the pain was becoming too much. He had killed our mate and our friend now it was his turn. Bria lifted her front paws and, with all her might, she crushed his skull. The pain caused by losing our mate was like nothing I had ever felt before. Bria shifted back. I was on top of our mate that was dead as tears flowed from my eyes.

“Alpha, this is bad.” “I know it’s bad, but I need you to get the Doc here and to make sure no one knows the truth.” JAKE was silent. “What do you want to tell me?” ZION asked. “I heard some guys talking at the club last night. They were talking about some kind of dog fight or some shit. There’s a guy who can’t feel pain and is taking on dogs in the ring. I don’t know if it was true or if they were bullshitting. Do you think it can be a wolf with this same problem?”

I don’t know why, but its sitting heavy on my heart since I heard my diagnosis. “Stella stop!” I hear a women shout as a wet nose nudges my leg and a fluffy German shepherd type dog, sits beside me on the sand and begins licking at my tears. Oh my! What a sweet dog. I hug her tight to me as I let the tears flow. “I'm so sorry mam, she doesn’t normally do this”, I hear a young women say a little out of breath as she runs towards us. “It’s no problem at all dear" I say as I begin to lift my head from the animals soft coat. She must see my red face and tear stained eyes as I lift my head, because she seems to run faster towards us.

He groaned and spat out the blood from his mouth. Saige grabbed him at the roots of his hair and turned his head up so he can look at her. “You really are one pathetic piece of shit” she growled and threw him back to the floor. He groaned and gripped at the pebbled ground in frustration. He was trying to call on his wolf but we all knew it was pointless. He died a long time ago. A long with Ophelia and my mom; both of his mates died by his hands and his wolf couldn’t take the heart ache.

She stopped talking for a moment. “But?” I said softly. “But, he tripped and fell into the bone fire pit. He couldn’t get out of it and we all had to hear his screams as he burned to death out there that night.” She said and wouldn’t look at me. “Sadie? Sadie?” I said her name twice and she finally looked over at me. She was crying and I wanted her in my arms. I got out of bed and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and she came into my chest. “Baby, he was a bad man and you probably saved a lot of girls from having to go through what your friend went through,” I said trying to comfort her the best I could. I wasn’t afraid of her. I knew what she was capable of doing. I also kne