Friday Fictioneers – Dead Dog

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

There is a dead dog on the floor. My dog. A moment ago, before the injection, she was wagging her tail trustingly. Now death has come, silent and graceful, to my home—a black furry absence. My dog is no longer in this body.

Before it happened, I’d begun washing the car, something I stopped half-way when the vets arrived. Now afterwards I’m not sure what to do. All that suggests itself is finishing the car wash. I’m glad she had that totter around the park on Monday.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

33 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Dead Dog”

  2. I have to choose ‘like’ but this time it really should be ‘appreciate’. This is the last kind thing we can do for our animals, but that’s so much easier to say when it isn’t my animal. Your closing sentence is vivid. Perfect.

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  13. Almost crying here. Been there, done that, I know exactly how it feels, that mixture of sadness and also relief that the poor pet friend doesn’t have to suffer any longer. And the numbness afterwards.

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