Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Gift

I slowly walked up to the door and put the key in the slot. I've done it thousands of times before. Its been a long day and my legs hurt, I'm tired and I can't wait to chill. I turn the key and the lock makes the kachunk sound which I always knew he heard. I look through the glass of the door knowing within seconds he would emerge with a bark and then quickly grab a gift for me-his favorite gift which he would give to me daily.



I open the door and its quiet.



Its quiet…



There is nothing. Nothing at all.



I walk in the room and all I see is a room full of useless junk. TV, stereo, furniture…lifeless materialistic shit....



I look around the room and nothing is there for me anymore. Nothing except quiet. I look around and see the gift still lying on the floor. But he is not there anymore to bring it to me. I pick it up gently, walk slowly to the kitchen and put it away ...forever.



I cry…



Goodbye my little friend….

2 comments:

Sue Kroll said...

Phil, please accept my cyber hugs and condolences on your loss. You baby waits for you, when you are ready, at the Rainbow Bridge.

Wendy Palmer said...

Hi Phil, I am so sorry to hear about you losing your dear friend, please accept my condolences on losing Roscoe. I lost my dear Dexter in March of this year. I have finally been able to paint him, and I am just hopefully finishing this painting up of him this week. His spirit is still here with me, and I still think of him often. I will always miss him, but am also thankful God blessed me with his unique character and faithful love. You'll always treasure your Roscoe.