Wednesday, June 19, 2013

100 Words a Day 301

The old dog creaked his way over to The Boy’s bed and struggled to climb it. He made several circles before collapsing down by The Boy. He nuzzled The Boy, burrowing into the crook of his leg and exhaled sharply a few times. The Boy shifted a little before reaching out to pet him on the head.

He smiled to himself and wedged in deeper. He wasn’t going to have too many more moments like this. He felt his age catching up with him and knew that The Boy would soon be alone with no one to look after him.

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