THE GOLDEN COLLAR:
By: Rae (reagan aka)
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Hold your breath for five minutes and try not to explode. That's the pain that I feel in my gut now. My eyes are still puffy and stinging from crying so hard the night before. Head pounding, heart impaled, I walked to the kitchen for breakfast, when suddenly I forget about eating at all. I see a picture of me and my dog when I first got her. She was such a tiny pup! And sadly, she didn't live to grow much larger. Then, I walked over to her bowl and dog bed below the barstool; some blonde hair still freshly laid upon it. I blame bacteria. I blame pain and suffering, and heartbreak, and agony. I blame doctors. And geniuses, who don't seem to do anything from which they're described. I blame Cancer. Suddenly, it all just becomes too much to bear so I turn and run into my room. On the way, my foot is punctured by...by..her golden collar. Her name was engraved in the metal. I touched it with my thumb and ran and jump onto my bed. My parents were already there. They held me closely and patted my back. They comforted me and made me feel safe and comfortable. Later that day, I went outside and buried her favorite chew-toy close to her tiny gravestone in our backyard. I called, "Rest in Peace, Goldie!" Up to the heavens, arms spread wide. For I knew, she was already up there, waiting for me and my family to come play with her someday, and may we return to her; the golden collar.
THANKS FOR READING AND SORRY IF THIS IS MORE THAN ASKED!!
