~Epilogue~
Somewhere in Time...
He wakes up from his nap. He sniffs the air and yawns and drools a little. He feels happy. He wiggles his tail. Tomorrow Grandma will take him to the park. He hopes Grandpa Marcello will bring apple crumbles. He loves apple crumbles. He loves Susie, the beautiful black pug living across the street. He doesn't like cupcakes any more. The last time Mom fed him a cupcake, he threw up and puked all over the floor. He sometimes dreams of the scary blonde man. He sometimes dreams of a cunning black sheep, and a lazy black and white cat. The cat is huge and scary, too. When he wakes up from this dreams, he sometimes feels nauseous. He will then walk up to Grandma, rest his head on her lap, and whine. Grandma will sing a song to him and hug him tight. He feels safe as he senses her warm happiness. He sometimes thinks of strange weird things. He sometimes remembers the days when he walked on two feet and spoke human language. He sometimes thinks of a tall dark man and a blue-eyed woman. He always shakes his head and chases the thoughts out of his head. He doesn't like feeling dizzy. He doesn't like feeling confused. He's a happy dog. He sleeps on Grandma's bed. He loves Mom's pasta. The kids love him and he loves them back. He loves it when Miss Hasting, Susie's Mama, let them play together in the park every Sunday for half an hour. He's a Morelli. He's a happy dog. He is loved and cherished. He's never afraid. He's never lonely.
And that's more than enough.