The bright Spring day had just started for Fran. Walking fast and then slowing down to observe her surroundings was not the best aerobic exercise but that’s all she was capable of. Thoughts filled her head of her profound loss. Zoey was the reason she felt any love in her life lately. They were friends. It had been 6 weeks and her feelings were still raw and course knives. She knew she had to heal and continue with her plans. Friends told her that her grief was disproportionate to the loss. “She was, after all, just a dog!”, they jeered. Hah!
Off to her left, she heard a barking. She knew it was a playful bark; a happy one. Turning, she saw a dog staring at her attentively. There to the right of him was a sign that said, “Dog Free to Good Home”!
© Carol Campbell