-Petra

I sat on the swing. Below the tree house. I could hear Jesse pacing around upstairs. I closed my eyes.

Step step step.

How was he feeling?
How was I feeling?

Step step step.

How can I feel for a dog, which I just met?

But Reuben was his best friend. Man's best friend; anyway. I managed a smile. Then killed it.

Step step step.

Jesse himself, was dying. Could he not feel it? He only has three months to his birthday. How long can he stay with me?

Step step step.

How long? I looked at the necklace and rubbed it between my fingers, thinking hard. Lighting had to work. And Jesse has to live. I couldn't lose him the way we lost Reuben.

-End