Friday, April 8, 2022

Day 8 of 100 days of creativity

From Writer's Block: According to the Gallop Organization, more than one million American dogs have been named as beneficiaries in a will. Write about one of their owners.


I think Angela would kill me if she knew I was leaving everything to Tessa. Don't give me that look. Angela wasn't any more practical. Do you know how many paintings we have of my amazing hunting dog Tessa and Stuntman Mike her teacup Yorkie? Paintings, portraits, photos. We have matching collars, leashes, and jackets for them and their humans. Matching shoes. They had their own beds even though they always slept with us. They really were all we had.

Angela and Mike were killed.

They were struck in the crosswalk. The light was green. The walking man was lit up in white. Mike was leading with glee. Mike was leading the way he always does. Without a care in the world. Just happy to be with his human.

The car didn't even look, took the right on the green without slowing down. Neither of them knew what hit them. Mike died instantly attached to his neon green leash ready to cheer on the Seahawks. Angela had to be taken off life support two days later. She hit her head. She didn't feel any pain. When I was holding her hand as we were taking her off of life support, I didn't tell her about Mike. I said that Mike and Tessa couldn't wait to see her. I don't know if she could hear me. Sometimes they say that they can hear you.I only told her things that she'd want to know. That she was ok. That we couldn't wait to see her. That I had done all the laundry and that her parents were waiting for her and she was free to go.

But she was already dead. So I was just telling myself those things.

And we donated all her organs. She was a runner - actually more of a walker. She was fit. She lifted weights. She gardened. She was a bookkeeper. She loved our dogs.

I love her.

And I immediately changed my will.

Tessa my poodle pointer is getting everything.

Yes. I know it's ridiculous. And I don't care. I don't like her sister. And her nephews are fine but they weren't particularly close to Angela. 

In all of our time together, it's been me, Angela, and our dogs. That's all we've really needed.  



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