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