A dogs worst nightmare

Authors disclaimer: Due to me having dyslexia I might have some grammar errors in the text I am not aware of. I am sorry for that.

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  Oh no. No! I know this turn. I know exactly where this road lead. We are driving to that horrible place again. I count the seconds, one, two, a minute, two. Five minutes after that turn the car stops and I'm taken outside. Immediately the stench reach me. The all too familiar smell of despair from the poor souls forced to this place before me. And I'm being forced here by those I thought loved me.
  Little by little we move over to those heavy metal and glass doors. The second they are opened a sweet, rotten smell reach my nose. I try to flee but are hindered once again by those I thought did love me. Inside the first thing I see, in the waiting room, are toys of all shapes and colours. A clever disguise I must admit but they can't fool me into thinking this is a happy place. I can easily see through the happy façade they try to put up.
  Looking around I see others in the same situation as myself. Filled with despair of what is to come. Knowing they had found hell on earth. Some was whining, wanting to be home. How can I blame them? I'm in the same situation. Wanting the comfort from those I try to walk over but are hindered. Instead I'm taken to another waiting room. No toys here, it's like this room doesn't even try to lighten things up for me. This is it, I know it, this is my doom.
  Minutes pass, my family try to comfort me, saying it's not so bad, they don't even know half of it. Then I see the she-devil coming into the room. She is smiling but I know the evil she stands for. She show us into a horror scene like taken right from a hospital horror movie. I'm lifted up on a table where the doctor, as they call him, will touch me. Now I really started to shiver, to whine and beg to go back home again. The door open and there he stand, reeking of the sweet, rotten stench. Most, I think, would see him as friendly but I know better. His cold hands start to feel over my body. I struggle to get out of his grip but it's no use. I'm being held down by several hands. They talk some language, those around me, that I don't really understand. But I think, most likely, how to best kill me.
  Then I see a large needle being held by the vet. At the sight of that I scream. I can't help myself. Once again I struggle to get free but the hands only hold me tighter as the needle come closer. I scream again as I feel it penetrate my skin. Then it is taken out again. I get only a second to realize that before the world start to spin. They drugged me! How could they!? I trusted them! But I can't keep my thoughts together after that as I drift away. I'm on my way to hell, I know it.

  Some time later...

  I wake up again. I'm alive! Happy to be alive, to have survived, I try to jump around. But it is short lived as I realize I'm in a cage. And that sweet, rotten stench is all around me. I'm still at that horrible place. Whining I join the other prisoners in their pleas to be released. But we all knew, it would never happen.

  Outside the owners talked to the vet and thanked him for having castrated their male dog.