Unwelcome
Aug 10th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The skittering as her nails scrabbled at the tiles on the front door hall: impotent in the face of his grip on her favourite leash.
The desperate eyes and face as she strained against a collar she could have slipped off her wasted neck; had her limbs moved that way. That is my last image of Honey.
Her frenzied bark in the background of the terrible phone call I took from traction was the last noise and the reason I vowed never to have another dog.
I’m going to kill the spoiled little Shitzon which pisses on my book collection.
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