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.

The Eleventh Tale of Something Vaster – “Almost All the Right Ingredients”

The poison found its way into her food unintentionally.

A well-meaning gesture shrouded in ignorance.

How did I not notice?

Why did it take me so long to realize?

Now all the remedies fall short.

No miracle knocks upon the door

My insides rage as they try to escape me.

I writhe in painful terror and gently hold my dying baby girl.

Her last breath crumples me like a dry leaf as my continual pleas for forgiveness meet silence.