The Thirteenth Tale of Something Vaster – “A Nameless Pup Awakens”

They say you don’t remember the first couple months, but I can still sense them – full of warm wet kisses and cozy naps.

Everything changed when she stopped coming back.

No matter how much we pleaded, her spot remained empty.

The hollowness of my aching stomach spread to my heart as I understood she was never coming back.

All of our cries weakened gradually.

One by one my sisters and brothers stopped whining.

And moving.

Long gone were the days of cozy naps and warm kisses.

My family was lost and our home was cold.

Author: VbMedley

Imagination is my oldest friend who finds favored expression through writing and dance. The wild mystery of nature and existence frighten and inspire me. Though I love to create, sharing my creations doesn't come easy. Paranoid optimism describes my way of moving through this life.

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