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the truth
It hits me then. I’m so tired. So banged up. I can’t go on, even if I want to.
I carry Rowdy to a sheltering tree. Cuddle him close. Give him a couple licks
for good measure.
“Now what?” he asks.
“Now,” I say, “we wait.”
“For what?”
“For humans,” I answer. “For help.”
“Are you sure they’ll come?”
I think for a moment.
I remember all the people I’ve seen today, the police and rescue workers, the
park employees, the staff at the shelter, the folks at the doughnut shop
opening their door to a strange collection of animals. I remember George
running to get Julia, and Julia trying to get me, and Sara struggling to find
them both.
I breathe in the sweet smell of puppy. It’s important to tell the truth.
“I’m sure,” I say.