The Loneliness of Life Part 2

I stayed home and didn’t like it. Daddy always takes me to wherever, but this time only the dog named Coco went, leaving here alone. Maybe it was the way they both talked and looked at her that got me thinking that this trip Coco took wasn’t such a treat after all. They took a box with them. Yesterday Daddy dug a hole by where those things that spring from the ground are grown. I don’t know why but I noticed it wasn’t a big hole, just big enough for…You don’t suppose, do you?

But it makes perfect sense now that I think about it. They leave with Coco. They haven’t come back yet, so it wasn’t to the store where all the yum-yums are kept. I wonder where they went. I remember long ago after we all moved here from that other place out in the country, we had an old dog I called grandma, but they called Princess. She was a Boxer and extremely sick with very little fat on her. The day after we moved, she made a mess in the hallway of the new house and Princess and I went to a place far away.

I remember it so clearly. He placed a leash on her and they went inside together. A moment later though, I felt this coldness struct me and he came out without Princess. I cried out. I knew he had punished her and she was no longer here. Is the same thing happening to Coco?

I hear them approaching and I go to the back door and listen for the garage to open. They are home. Is Coco with them? I run out to greet them, Daddy brought the box inside and set it on a table. I go to it and sniff. Coco was in there, but she wasn’t there now.

Daddy then went out to the hole he dug yesterday and refills it. Odd? Most definitely. Maybe someone else took her off our hands. I now have Mommy and Daddy all to myself. Well, there is still that silly cat Snowball and those crazy, angry birds I am forced to endure. I hope they too find a good home.

Published by Jerry Schellhammer

I'm a prospective writer with an unassuming job working as a janitor at a tribal casino near Spokane, Washington. Writing is my passion, though my family seem to think I'm wasting my time. This is fine; their expectations of me are low and they tend to leave me alone in my office writing out my stories of mystery and suspense. I have a BA in English with emphasis in professional writing from Washington State University, my website: is available for everyone to see my list of writing accomplishments and hopefully buy my first published book, or my many short stories available on Amazon.

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