There were tall people with you. They seemed nervous, but pleased. Your voices floated around somewhere that smelled like clean and papers rustled.
I was poked and prodded a bit. Not by you. Other people.
You wouldn't take no for an answer. Perhaps you were a lion, I wondered, for all of that golden about her head was thrown about when you talked.
A door opened.
I was next to you and the tall people, I was under their eyes and on about six feet of probation, but I was free.
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All Light That Does Not Waver: A Dog's Story
General FictionIt is our best friends that are fated to watch us flare, like suns, and fade.