Shorties: Number 15

With glazed eyes, she stared into the distance.  Her limp body was across the floor with head cocked against the wall.  She saw through the couch as her mind wondered.  Despondency filled her.  The ones she loved so much left again.  It was a daily occurrence and she didn’t understand why.

She knew the routine but it never got any easier.  They woke, showered, gave her breakfast and then ate their own.  She watched their every movement.  She knew what would happen next.  After dressing in a particular manner, they briefly gave her the attention she wanted all morning.  Then she heard the words she hated.  “Buh bye.”

It was a horrible word and every day it pierced her heart.  They went to the car and left.  Each time she went to the window by the front door.  Perhaps it was a vain hope they were only joking.  Maybe this one time they would really stay home with her.  How she wished they would share the day together.

They could play fetch or simply nap together.  That was all she cared.  She wanted to be with the ones she loved.  Sometimes in the hours they were away, she daydreamed of such moments.  They would get out her favorite ball.  This always excited her.  He would walk to the back door and she tried to go through him to be out there first.  The only thing that slowed her was a closed door. 

After running until she could run no more, they would go inside and she would drink some water and cool down.  He would scratch behind her ears or by the base of her tail.  She loved that.  Then he would say, “Let’s go take a nap.”  Such magical words!

Instead, here she was, alone.  Again.