I hopethat by slipping into the darkness of a nap, I will temporarily mask my sorrow.
The sickness took Max quickly rather than dragging out the pain for weeks, maybe even months, he still feels cheated.
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.
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,
It seems to waitpatiently, ever ready for that next big adventure.
For 15 years they were inseparable. Always side by side. The walks on the beach with the gentle waves calling, the seagulls cawing. All those hikes on the trail and even just a ride to the grocery store for something Martha may have forgotten.
I though you might be here. I miss him, too, Jake. More than you'll ever know.
Though he knows that in some ways he should be thankful for just having their time together – those moments forever etched in his heart. Somehow, he is missing years that could have been.
I guess you do know, don’t you, Jake.
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.
It is then he hears a shuffle from behind and turns to see Martha standing in the doorway, her shoulder resting against the frame.
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.