It was raining heavily when I met Jay on the streets. He gazed at me with unblinking eyes as raindrops fell into his drenched, matted fur. Jay, what are you doing here? I picked him up and held his shivering paws and chest close to mine. Come on, lets go home. We walked through a heavy oak door and climbed up the stairs. As I dried him, I began to realise that something was amiss. Instead of jumping and attempting to lick my face with his warm tongue, he stood there silently, without the usual boundless energy. I looked into his haunting, unwavering eyes, so wide, sad and brimming with emotion. I felt a tingling in my thumbs, that told me something else was not quite right. Slowly, I began to notice that his coat was an unfamiliar colour and texture. As hard as I tried to remember his shape, colour or outline, all I could see was a pair of dark glistening eyes staring at me. I couldnt remember Jay... I woke up sobbing this morning.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 21:28:42 +0000