The door swings on its creaky hinge as me, my parents, and my brother walk into the pet hospital. I’m hit with a wave of wet dog, bird cage, and cat pee, desperately masked with several fruity smelling air fresheners. Two steps forward in and the smell of alcohol reminds us why we’re here. Tia squirms slightly in my arms, clearly reacting to the same smells. Smells that for a Border Collie are amplified ten-fold. I look down at her gentle face as it turns up to mine. I hold her in my arms, because the leash felt wrong. She’s wrapped in a white sheet. Something to keep her warm, something clean, something new and expensive, something to show that she was noble, something to keep the dirt off her precious fur when she’s laid to rest in the ravine under the apple tree. I wonder if she knows why we’re here. I can’t tell if the light in her dark brown eyes is a question or a goodbye. I remember carrying her like this when I had just become a teenager, I thought I was so strong. She fou...
A collection of short stories, articles and poetry. Stories: Though I pull inspiration from my life, the connection is loose. I hope my stories can be universally applicable, entertaining and therapeutic. Articles: Often about other stories. Sometimes published and syndicated in magazines ... but if not, It's fun to have a place where I can share my thoughts anyway.