1. Silence
This is a story about Amara Tenoh whose 4-year-old rottwieler/huskey mix, Silence is killed but no one knows why or how. Amara is heartbroken from losing her friend whom she was very attached to. Can Michelle help her cousin get over this tragic event?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I sat on the couch in the middle of our living room staring at the rug where he used to sleep. I fought back the tears that always came back but were never let out. The TV was on but I wasn't watching. Never have I been so depressed. Never. Not since that day, when the tears first came.
~*~*~Flashback~*~*~
He'd been lost for 3 weeks and I was going crazy, calling his name, leaving him milk bones, Snausages, and other treats, and hanging up posters. Finally, he came back. He was trotting across the street when I saw him out the window. He was limping badly and finally collapsed in the middle of our walkway. I was there in a flash just to have my best friend die in my arms.
~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~
The tears came then, the tears came now but this time I couldn't stop them. That's when my remaining family, Michelle and Patches (my cat), made themselves present. Patches purred in my lap and licked my nose as Michelle sat down beside me, a caring hand on my shoulder. She handed me the picture that was on the table next to the couch. We all stared at it and the tears came again. We stared in silence.Silence.
This is a story about Amara Tenoh whose 4-year-old rottwieler/huskey mix, Silence is killed but no one knows why or how. Amara is heartbroken from losing her friend whom she was very attached to. Can Michelle help her cousin get over this tragic event?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I sat on the couch in the middle of our living room staring at the rug where he used to sleep. I fought back the tears that always came back but were never let out. The TV was on but I wasn't watching. Never have I been so depressed. Never. Not since that day, when the tears first came.
~*~*~Flashback~*~*~
He'd been lost for 3 weeks and I was going crazy, calling his name, leaving him milk bones, Snausages, and other treats, and hanging up posters. Finally, he came back. He was trotting across the street when I saw him out the window. He was limping badly and finally collapsed in the middle of our walkway. I was there in a flash just to have my best friend die in my arms.
~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~
The tears came then, the tears came now but this time I couldn't stop them. That's when my remaining family, Michelle and Patches (my cat), made themselves present. Patches purred in my lap and licked my nose as Michelle sat down beside me, a caring hand on my shoulder. She handed me the picture that was on the table next to the couch. We all stared at it and the tears came again. We stared in silence.Silence.
