Disclaimer: I own nothing… But I would like to donate this story to my friend's cat, which died, and then inspired me to write this… He was the closest to my own cat that I'm ever going to get.
A Wakeup call
His phone rang.
Well at least that much he could register. He was still half asleep, and the sound from the phone came from so far away that he couldn't quit compel himself to get up and answer. The dream he'd dreamt was so good. She'd been back in his arms and they were laughing.
Realizing that he couldn't fall asleep again until the sound stopped and that the sound would not stop until he answered his phone, he drowsily reached for the phone.
"Hello" he said with a voice still heavy with sleep. He hadn't even bothered to open his eyes.
"McGee!" She said in a panic-like voice. Instantly he was awake – something was wrong.
"Abby" he said rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong?" worry overtaking him.
"He's dead" she said. He was still heavy from sleep and couldn't quite get a grip of what she was saying.
"What? Abby, who's dead?" he asked. She didn't answer but when he heard her stifle a quiet weep he was instantly awake. "I'm coming over" he said already hanging up and making his way to the shower.