Vi and I are writing a fiction story (probably a novella because it might be too long for a short story) (and it’s not a romance) together that was inspired by my cab driver friend, Greg’s German Shepard passing away earlier in the week, plus stories from my friends and my mom. The working title right now is: “More Than Just a Dog–a tribute to my best friend,” but if anyone has any other title ideas, we’re open to suggestions. We’re also open to suggestions on this snippet. This story is a cross between “My Dog Skip” and an episode of “Gilmore Girls” called “Cinnamon’s Wake.”
“It doesn’t look good, Jay.”
I feel the color drain from my face. I stare at our family vet, Dr. Betsy Emerson. I’d been worried about my almost-ten-year-old bulldog, whose name happened to be Bulldog, ever since yesterday. He hadn’t eaten, and when I’d taken him out for walks, he was wobbly and lethargic.
“It’s his heart,” the vet tells me. “We could give him medicine, but that would only give him a few weeks at the most.”
I just stand there, taking in what she’s telling me. Finally, I gather Bulldog up and hold him in my arms. I pay the bill, and then carry him out to my SUV, remembering when he’d first come into my life. I’d gotten him and his brother, Barks, at the same time. They’d grown up together from puppyhood to adulthood. Me and my sister, Lorrie, had loved them unconditionally.