The Story of My Dream Dog
Part One: The Beginning (March 15, 2024)
Our story begins in 2011 when I was born with a condition called CP (Cerebral Palsy), so I can’t put my foot down properly. That’s what the condition means.
Ten years later, I was 10 years old, and I started asking my parents for a dog. At the time, I wanted a golden retriever. So I asked and asked and asked for a really long time. I kept asking every day, pointing out other people with dogs.
One day, my dad said, “When we get our own house, you can have a dog.”
I eventually gave up.
Then we moved to a bigger house. Now I was 12, and I wanted a dog again. So I kept bothering my dad, again and again, until he said yes.
Well, life is never perfect.
Now my mom became the problem. She never interfered with this stuff before because she thought my dad would never say yes. But when he finally did, my mom interfered. We were back to the start!
I stopped asking for a few months.
Then we went on a vacation to India. I was living in America, and now we came to our home country, which was India, for a vacation. While we were in India, everything changed.
Remember when I said I have CP? My grandparents wanted to get rid of it, so while we were in India, they started taking me to all these doctors. Then, one of the doctors said I needed surgery.
“If you don’t take the surgery now, you’ll never be able to take it again,” the doctor said.
My parents somehow convinced me to take the surgery. They said it wouldn’t hurt, and the doctor agreed that it wouldn’t cause pain.
And then, by some miracle, I started asking for a dog again. This time, my mom finally said yes!
I quickly grabbed my phone and recorded the whole thing. Now it’s saved in a document with a password so nobody can get it or delete it.
Now I had a choice:
Take the surgery and get my dream.
Stay like this and hold on to the hope of getting my dog.
Even though the doctor assured me they’d give me anesthesia, I wasn’t sure. But what am I talking about? I’m, of course, going to take it!
I mean, I can finally get my lifelong dream. And if my mom ever says, “I never said that,” I have the video to prove it.
My dad is on board. Will my lifelong dreams come true?!! And will I be able to walk again?
Part Two: The Disappointment (December 13, 2024)
But after all that, we came back from India. And after all this time, I never got a dog.
They kept ignoring me. I kept on asking, and they kept ignoring me. Every day, I asked, but their response was always the same: “Wait, we’ll get one,” but we never did.
I went through the surgery. I endured the pain. I did everything they wanted, all while holding onto the hope of getting my dog. But the dog never came.
I feel forgotten. The promises made to me seem to have been brushed aside. All I ever wanted was a loyal companion, someone who would love me unconditionally. After everything I’ve been through, I still believe I deserve that chance.
Please sign the petition to help me finally get my dog.
I even made a document with the video my mom agreed to, but since I’m still a minor, it’s not legally binding. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, with my dreams and hopes on hold.
Part Three: Hope for the Future (December 13, 2024)
Even though my dreams feel crushed now, everything isn’t entirely bad. Yes, I’m 14, and the dog I’ve always wanted is still just a dream. But I know that one day, I’ll be able to adopt a dog of my own.
Maybe it won’t happen when I’m 14 or even 18, but eventually, I’ll be an adult, and I’ll have the freedom to make that choice. By the time I’m 19 or 20, I won’t be a minor anymore. That means I’ll be able to make my own decisions. I’ll be able to adopt a dog, and I’ll have the independence to care for it.
But there’s one question that still nags at me: where will I get the money to make it happen?
I can’t just walk into a shelter and bring a dog home without thinking about how to take care of it. The costs are real, and they add up—vet bills, food, toys, and all the other things that come with owning a dog.
Maybe I’ll get a part-time job when I’m older. Maybe I’ll start saving now. Maybe I’ll look into ways to get allowances or raise money through a website or crowdfunding. I don’t know exactly how it will work yet, but I believe I can find a way.
What matters is that I haven’t given up. My dream might be delayed, but it’s not gone. I’ll keep working toward it. And one day, I’ll have the dog I’ve always wanted. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming and keep preparing for that future.
Thank you for reading my story! Now you can help me by signing this petition on Google Forms: Should I get a dog? It’s only four questions. Your support means a lot to me!
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