Fido's point of view

I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember seeing Jon come in. He is here though. I am confused, where's Ponch? Where is my best friend? I ran over to Jon, and put my paws up on him, and barked. Where is my Ponch? I wished I could ask, but he can't understand me. As if he did understand me though, he knelt down, and began to talk.

"Fido, I am so sorry. Ponch isn't coming home tonight," Jon said. I was confused. Does this mean he's dead? Jon please tell me he isn't dead. Jon continued to talk.

"He's in the hospital, I think he would like to see you. I am gonna try to sneak you in. If you can be quiet." I'll be quiet Jon, I'd do anything to see my Ponch. I walked over to the door. Let's go man, I can't wait all day. Ponch needs me. I just wanna cuddle to him, and make him feel better. I sat in front of the door. Soon Jon opened it, I rushed to Jon's car, and waited for him to let me in. when he opened the door I hopped up onto the seat. Then he got in. As we were on our way to see my Ponch, Jon started to give me rules of what I can and can't do when we get there. He said that he had to carry me in, exactly the way he did when he tried to sneak me into his apartment that one time. I listened to him, and wished I could take notes, he had a lot to say. I couldn't remember all of that. Hopefully I do ok though. We arrived at the hospital, and Jon carried me in. Soon we entered a room. It was a nice room, and then I saw my Ponch. He was laying on a hospital bed, he looked awful. Not like my Ponch. He had scratches and bruises all over him, his eyes were different. I think they were swollen shut as humans would say. I knew he had broken bones, Jon had told me that already. He never told me how terrible my Ponch looked. I felt bad for him. I cuddled up close to his face, and licked him. Hopefully I am not hurting him. I know he loves to cuddle with me. So I sure hope I'm doing the right thing. I put my head up next to his face, then rested it there by him. I was comfortable, and no one could take me away from my Ponch, or I'd bite them. Well, probably not, because I hate to bite people. Humans taste weird. My Ponch seems to be asleep or something. I think I might sleep too. I am a little tired, and then when he wakes up, he'll wake me up too. Just like he always does. Jon seems sad, I wish I could cheer him up. But I don't wanna leave my Ponch. I'll just stay here, maybe just the site of me with my Ponch will cheer up good ol' Jon Baker. Or, Uncle Jon as he calls himself when he talks to me. I don't understand why he'd be my uncle, he's not a dog, and he isn't related to my Ponch. But I guess my Ponch calls himself my daddy, of which I find amusing. My daddy doesn't look a thing like my Ponch. But I am happy to be loved so much that he'd treat me as if I were his own son. I looked over at Jon again, he was getting up. Jon, where are you going? I wondered. Jon came over, and pet me a bit.

"Fido, I am not sure if Ponch will be waking up anytime soon. So don't wait to long," Jon said. I was starting to get really sad. I DO NOT want to lose my Ponch.

To Be Continued