That was the word that was my name. It was also the name of the group I sat in, all day, every day. Alone. I had been their "dreamie" since a year ago, and this is what being a "dreamie" does to you.
So I sit here every day, smiling forever, wearing these items the user had put on me.
My name was originally Tiger, because that's what I am. The UR Tiger Dog. The all around most sought after pet. After I got traded away from my original user my name was Overpay Only; after that it was omgsrurtigerdog.notouchy. Then it was UR Tiger : NFT and then just NFT.
I should feel loved. Everyone wants me after all. But. But would they still want me if I were common? Is it my rarity people see or is it me?
Whatever it is, I sit here, smiling infinite smiles, being in infinite canceled trades, and always alone, alone, alone.
I should feel happy, on top of Chicken Smoothie. But instead I am as sad as the rat who no one wants, or the unwanted pony in the "freebies" group.
Maybe if another pet were in my group I'd feel better.
And it finally happened. It was a regular day on Chicken Smoothie. I was in yet another canceled trade (if you don't want to trade me, lock my group!) when another dog appeared. She looked at me, an infinite smile on her face.
Her name was NFT, like me. She was beautiful. She was white with golden patches and a sun on her back. I don't care that she's a Very Rare and I'm an OMG So Rare. I was in love.
We would spend the days talking and smiling, and I learned her story. She was from back in 2008. She'd been traded back and forth at least thirty times, too many users to remember.
I pitied her, and she pitied me.
I was in love.
They were my happiest days so far, when NFT and I would talk all day, have someone to spend the long days with.
Deeply, fully in love.
Then it was tragedy. I remember her telling me I'd be okay when she left, that someone else would come.
We were only together for two weeks.
Our user accepted a trade for her, and she was gone and I didn't know who we got in return because no one came to fill her place in my group.
I mourned with the same smile on my face, laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.
I never saw her again, but I also never forgot her face or her laugh or the way her voice cracked when she told me I'd be okay, I'd be okay, I'd be okay.
So I was alone again. The days droned on and on and on and all I could do was reminisce about the dog with the sun on her spine and days of warmth and laughter and companionship.
After all of this, I only learned one thing.
Love is strong enough to outlast NFT forever.
No matter how far we are from each other, we will never forget our time together, as short as that time may be.