Dog Days of Summers
The room is not hard to find. I have a sense they say. A gift.
The space is lit dimly. Quiet. The monitors pulse their bright colors, their beepings silenced. There is no need.
I make my way to her, draw in her aroma. Close now.
My snout pries her hand from the coverlet. It reflexively curves over my head, strokes my fur. She murmurs something even I can’t hear.
So many she has comforted through their Passing. So many souls shepherded through their last breath.
She can no longer give, but now takes the comfort from our touch. Her breathing eases.
It is my gift I give to her.
Today was the last day of Blogdramedy’s Summer Writing Challenge: Blogshorts. The theme this year was the Dog Days of Summer. 10 days, 10 dogs (nine of which were famous dog-characters chosen by Blogdramedy as inspiration), each story 110 words.
Thanks for coming along on this. Of course, I probably didn’t quite play by the rules, but I had the thought about how dogs aren’t always central, but they’re so often present at moments during our lives. These stories tried to reflect that – one life, many dogs, different days of different summers.