Bolt…
Bolt…
Bolt…
Mittens continually muttered as the 5am sun rose and warmed her body from the air-conditioned room.
Then, feeling the small increase in the outer temperature of her body, Mittens yawned and opened her eyes.
As she licked her lips, Mittens noticed the surrounding of Bolt's hospital bed being a little more spacious, before concluding that most of the machinery has been taken out and Bolt must be on the final stages of convalescence.
Out of both curiosity and endearment, Mittens jumped off the couch and walked onto to Bolt's bed.
"Good thing everyone's asleep…" she thought.
Nudging the dog slightly, Mittens whispered: "Bolt…?"
Bolt inhaled as he slowly opened his two eyes. Moving his head to the right, he said: "Mittens? Is that you?"
With a tear in her eye, Mittens answered. "Yes, Bolt. Yes, it's me."
He smiled weakly and laughed just as weakly afterward. "That's great…just who I wanted to see before…before…"
Mittens' smiled faded slightly after that.
Taking another inhale, Bolt began by saying: "Mittens, I understand it now. We aren't supposed to hate each other. Cats and dogs don't hate each other. But we're just friends…and for years, it's never changed… just friends. But now, we've found out that going over that line feels…different…and that there may be some consequences…"
"Wh-what are you saying?" Mittens asked.
Sighing, Bolt showed another one of his weak smiles, but with a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Bolt…aren't you feeling better? Aren't you healing?" Mittens asked.
"How can I get better, when I've had the best?" he asked her as he held her hand.
"Bolt…" Mittens managed to mutter on the verge of more tears.
But she heard no response and just watched as her beloved Bolt closed his eyes, his paw lay on her arm, unmoving. His breathing had stopped and his face looked so at peace…
"Bolt…" she whispered and afterwards leaned down, her eyes showering with tears of sorrow.
He was gone again. Bolt was-
"GOTCHA!" he screamed, making Mittens fall of the bed.
But now, she was immediately crying tears of joy.
She had taught him well.
"Bolt!!!" she screamed pouncing back into his loving arms.
"I love you…" she declared without shame.
"And I love you…" he replied.
Looking up at him, she asked: "Wouldn't you rather be friends…with a cat?"
Pondering, Bolt grinned and said. "Nah."
"You don't care if you don't get any kids?"
"Hey, who needs kids when you've got Rhino?" Bolt commented.
"You know how much a handful he can be." Mittens laughed.
And for that one second, they looked into each others' eyes, and how in love they were indeed. Their noses met and they give each other a lick (kiss) on the face.
Penny, who slept on the other side of the room, suddenly opened her eyes and whispered: "Bolt?"
Realizing the fact that Bolt was alive and awake, Penny ran at marathon speed to Bolt hospital bed screaming: "BOLT!!!!"
This awoke Rhino and Penny's mother and there was a bit of clamoring from all the hugging and kissing and nudging.
But amidst all that, Bolt knew that there are bad things in life- we can't change that.
But we can do good things…without having to face the bad things.
Love…the infinite power that we can keep creating and making, as long as we think about that special someone, who you know, is always thinking of you.
THE END