Last night with the bitch

It was a Saturday night, she had been restless. She knew her man is coming back. Tonight would be our last night together. Just me and her…

We were watching a movie, too much talking, too little action. She yawned and put her head on my shoulder. I brushed her hair with my hands. She tilted her head and let out a joyful sign. She liked it, the way I touched her.

I remember the day we met, the moment I saw her big brown eyes, I knew she was trouble…

Sure enough, we became close, and we had our moments.

She got up and looked at me, and from her eyes, I knew she wanted something. It must has been a while since the last time she had enjoyed my company. I felt ashamed, I should have spent more time with her, but I said to her, “not now honey, I am tired…”

She wouldn’t accept no as an answer. Once again, she put her head on my lap. She sniffed, as if she was trying to savor the smell of my skin. She had this unique scent on her that sometimes can be unbearable.

I knew it was wrong, she was only nine years old, I couldn’t keep her up this late…

“okay Toby, time for bed…”

The bitch stood up and slowly walked towards her room, turned her head around and looked at me with an expression on her face as if I have abandoned her.

“come on Toby, house!”

The nine year old female beagle accepted her fate, finally went into her room.

It will be fine, Toby, your dad is coming back tomorrow…