Flukes POV Tom's Grave Scene
Laying there in Brian's lap trying my best to keep him warm knowing that's all I can do. I was scared of the fact that he might not make it, it wasn't getting any warmer anytime soon and knowing he had a fever didn't help either, preying for a miracle I got one in the form of highlights on a car. Not sure who it could be until they got out of the car, it was Carol. How did she know where we were? I guess that wasn't important at the moment I'm just glad she came Brian needed to get warm quick.
"Brian!" She yelled while running over to us. "Brian? Brian? Brian? It's mommy." Wiping the snow off Brian in a panic.
"Hi, mom." He whispered barely being about to talk from being in the cold for hours.
Kissing him on the head and continuing to wipe the snow off him. "Come on."
"Fluke, kept me warm mom." He said interrupting her.
"OK, come on lets go to the car." Picking him up off the ground he looked so weak. "Put your arms around my neck." She placed him in the front seat of the car and reach over to turn on the heat.
I laid in front of my grave wondering what would happen next, do I go home with them if she asked? Do I leave and let them move on without me? I needed to tell Carol who I really was but how? Also I hoped Jeff was OK, he was in bad shape when I left him at the scene of the accident.I felt bad leaving him but if I didn't Brian might not have made it. I noticed that she had looked back at me from inside the car, she closed the door of the car then ran back over to me patting her leg she said.
"Come, Fluke." Walking closer to me and then stopping. "Come with us. Come on, boy." Walking even closer to me trying to convince me to get into the car with her she finally got down on one knee and stared me right in the eyes. Begging me one last time with a half smile. "Come, on."
As I stared back into her eyes finally realizing going home with her and Brian would be too hard, things wouldn't be the same. I was a bad father and a bad husband, I had to live with that no matter if I was human or a dog. Before leaving I need her to know who I was, looking back at my grave it hit me. I walked over and starting pawing away the snow from the bottom of my tombstone revealing the rest of the message carved on it. Looking back at her hoping that she'd understand what I was trying to say, I stood there waiting for a response. Watching her look the grave stone from the top to bottom, her facial expression changed as she looked it over. Then she looked at me as if she was going to cry her mouth open but not being able to speak, she looked as if wanted to say my name, but she didn't. I continued to stare back at her happy that she finally knew who I was, knowing that was what I came to do I decided to leave my family to avoid making things more complicated. They deserved to be happy the fact that Carol knows that I'm OK should give me and her some closure.
Limping away was the hardest thing that I'll ever have to do in any lifetime. I know it's the right thing to do, before I was out of the cemetery I turned around one last time to look at Carol, she was staring back at me with tears in her eyes as if she didn't want me to go. The fact that she didn't come after me shows that maybe she knows it would be too hard to have me around knowing who I really am. Before continuing out I said my good bye even though she couldn't hear me, then turned around and ran away from my old life to begin my new one whatever that means I'll find out eventually.
