My human’s story, partly truth, partly fiction. I’ll let her explain.
Zoe here, I’m on a break, so I’m going to let my human have my spot this month, but I WILL be BACK.
It seemed the end of an era. I knelt beside the still body that was lying on the sidewalk in front of my house. I touched the back of my hand to his familiar face; it was cool to the touch. Not that I needed to do that; the thin skin on his face was a shade of bluish gray that indicated only one thing. I called 911 and waited for the paramedics to arrive.
Leaning against the stone wall in front of our home, I continued to stare at the body. I knew him, but I didn’t know him. Who were you?
In death, he did not seem as old as he had appeared when he was jogging through our neighborhood, which he did every day…
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