Umber (47.32 — Oleander’s Story)

September 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

Mama, Miss Brigid and I stayed with Silvertip until the end.  Finally, I stroked his fur one last time, then Mama put a blanket over him and led me into the house.  I must have been in shock, because I didn’t cry.  Instead, I walked into the bathroom and threw up.  Then I stood on top of the toilet seat and stared into the medicine cabinet mirror for a long time, thinking that I might see my dog on the island with Miss Brigid’s family.

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