Left Behind

He stared through the fence, his heart fracturing into a thousand pieces. There, beyond that fence, his golden retriever lay, howling for him to come back. He waved one last goodbye, then turned his back on the dog as tears started forming in his eyes.

He was moving across the ocean to New York and there was no way he could take his old dog. Though he yearned to turn back, apologize and take the dog back, he knew there was no way.

As he drove his car to the airport, his mind kept wandering back to the dog. A sudden pain hit his chest and he nearly doubled over. He had no way of knowing that at exactly the time the pain hit him, his dog breathed his last breath after being euthanized.

© 2016

FFfAW, Week of 07-05-2016

Photo prompt provided by Yinglan

Published by Fia Coldwell

Suspense Writer

10 thoughts on “Left Behind

  1. Aw, that’s such a tear jerker. The connection of owner and dog a physical and measurable thing. Like many old couples, they were at heart connected and could not live without the other.

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