She waited at the lamp post, her collar leash tied to it as she sat there. Her tail wagged whenever she saw a person coming.
Was it her? Was it her master?
She sat there, her nose sniffing the air as the smell of food filled it. She followed it, but was pulled back by the collar.
Her master would be back soon. She always came back.
Hours turned days. She lay there, stomach hurting, her eyes red from bad sleep.
But her master would return.
After another night the pound collected her.
Her owner... gone.