By Susan Israel
My last person didn’t stay. He always petted me and said, “Good boy.” One day he didn’t say anything. I nudged. I barked. I licked his face: Cold. Silent.
Strangers came and took him away. I was stuck in a cage. Nothing looked like where I’d been, where I had a yard, toys, and a person who loved me.
Then a woman came for me. I smelled her sadness, like a poorly buried bone.
I nestled closer and kissed her. I sat on her and felt her heartbeat.
I loved her.
She stroked me and smiled.
I want her to stay!
Susan, you have captured the pure love that we can receive from our pets. Love the story and your writing is excellent.
Great story!
Sweet
This is a touching story about loss, and moving on. I enjoyed reading it. Well done.
Nicely done. Loved “I smelled her sadness, like a poorly buried bone.”
Lovely!
Susan,
Wow! This is a good one. Perfectly succinct. Put a gulp in my throat. The title is perfect as well.
Kudos,
Scott
Thank you all so much. I’m glad you loved my story.
I like the reversal of the command so often given to dogs.
Hello Susan ,
Perfect! I agree with all commenter’s. Well done.
Such a beautiful story! It made me smile throughout! Well done!
Clever title and beautifully written. Brought a tear to my eye
Beautiful!