Unable to sleep, he looks around the all too empty room, letting his gaze fall upon the leash, which still hangs from the peg by the door. It seems to wait patiently, ever ready for that next big adventure. As his eyes well up, he realizes for the first time how much his grief weighs, how hard it is to even rise with such a heaviness inside.
Jake’s eyes snap open, and he quickly turns to the side. But like his aching heart, the spot where Max always sat on the couch remains empty. He takes in a long, deep breath – really more of a sigh – and squeezes his eyes closed
Jake Whining... I'm hoping that by slipping into the darkness of a nap, I will temporarily mask my sorrow.
For fifteen years they were inseparable. Always side by side.
You really love the beach.
arf arf.. That's right
It's always nice watching the sun
We are almost there Jake
*sniff *sniff
Though he knows that in some ways he should be thankful for just having their time together – those moments forever etched in his heart – and that the sickness took Max quickly rather than dragging out the pain for weeks, maybe even months, he still feels cheated. That somehow he is missing years that could have been.
Jake Whining... When can I ever see Max again...
There’s a faraway melancholy tone to her voice, but he knows that her heart, like his, has a hole too big to fill. His head drops and he gives off another long sigh, which seems to prompt her to come over and kneel down onto the carpet beside him. She slides a hand under his chin and lifts it up, then tucks back his long, floppy ears, such that their teary eyes can meet.
I thought you might be in here.
Jake Whining.. Arf .. I miss Max very much..
I miss him, too, Jake. More than you’ll ever know.
I guess you do know, don’t you, Jake.....
Jake, by Jim Bartlett
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