Laceration Ch1

A small dog sat whining on the porch of his master's step as rain pelted the ground around him. Two weeks had passed since he was allowed inside and two weeks he'd spent shivering and frantically yelping, howling, parking, and scratching at the door. In that time, he'd lost most of the muscle he once had, he could now scarcely leave even if he'd wanted. Why hadn't he been allowed in? By the cozy fire pit with warm yummy food in his stomach. He drooled at the thought, gave one last, long, sad howl. The kind you'd never imagine would come from this once happily bouncing joy filled collie though you could hardly tell he was the breed anymore.

He solemnly sulked off into the rain, tail and head nearly brushing the ground, every bone in his body clearly defined through his skin stretched so tightly over his frame. A walking skeleton, every step shaking his entire body as if it might break. After what felt to him like years of pain, he made it to the curb struggling to lap some rain water from the gutter. His stomach cramped as the liquid reached it and he yelped, collapsing. There he lay, waiting for the knots to loosen enough for him to move.

The pain slowly faded to the background, though it never subsided. Instead, his whole body began to ache, every joint, every fiber yet it too became distant and he began to feel very tired, unable to keep his eyes open he slowly let the lids droop and close. He was faintly aware of his broken hearts faint thumping in his chest, but soon it too slowed to a halt, and the little collie was no more. There he laid half on the sidewalk and half in the street, unmoving after his family whom he loved, left him to die. His was not a peaceful death, nor restful for his last feelings were those of sadness, anguish, and confusion for what had happened.