I sat in the sun's warmth and just had woken up from my night. The house was still and I stretched my body. A rumble in my stomach reminded that I was very hungry and walked in the kitchen for food. A bag of food was tipped over, brown lumps scattered across the floor. I took a bite the taste was funny and odd tasting. There was something wrong with the food my owners had not fed me for a while. The woman was still on the kitchen floor, eyes open and skin a dark gray color. I knew she was dead, upstairs the man and the small boy were dead too. One day they got sick and every day after that they got even more sick. There were dogs outside the urge to run with them was very strong, but I could not leave my masters. This was home and I was not going to leave.