He’s blocking the door to the utility room, his face ashen and streaked in tears.
‘What do you mean, I can’t go in there?’
‘I mean, you don’t want to go in there. It’s Trigger, he’s ... he’s ...’ He swallows an anguished cry, trying to keep his emotions in check.
She ducks under his outstretched arm and pushes open the door.
The big, fluffy golden retriever is asleep in his basket.
‘Jean.’
‘Trigger!’ She drops down at his side and buries her head in his thick fur.
The big dog doesn’t stir.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
4 comments:
Oh, Rob, what a sad story. Just tears at you, especially if one's been through it...
This sounds like a true story!
Not yet, Patti. Our three dogs are as lively as ever. Not looking forward to this day much though.
brought tears to my eyes too Rob
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