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By Dana Date: 2007 Jan 26 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.26.18.49.16803]] |
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He was always there. Just laying there... waiting. Waiting... in that uncomfortable, grey claustrophobic box. Just waiting... in that quiet, dark house alone. So quiet that it drives you insane. Waiting... for his day to start. Waiting... for us to come home from work. He wanted to go outside in the cool, dark night and play, with us. He wanted to run. He wanted to run through the black yard. He memorized the yard so well that he could run through it when it was pitch black and miss every tree. He was so fast. He ran so fast. He'd come back inside and eat his dinner. He was so hungry because he'd been locked in that cage all day... just waiting. I gave him his vitamin. He loved to take his vitamin. I got him to believe that it was a treat. He'd sprawl out on the floor and just relax. He was such a good dog. A smart dog. He learned how to give his paw in just five minutes. We used to take him to a field where deer lay. He loved to smell all the different smells of the animals that laid there. He loved to run through that field. He ran with us. He ran so fast, as if something were chasing him. He loved to play with us. He was so happy and he was content with whatever we wanted to do. He just wanted to be with us. He loved us so much. We loved him more. More than anything. |