Once Skye was
settled, Cyrus patted Kona in between the ears and walked backwards out of the
room. He didn’t close her door all of the way but left it open a crack and went
back downstairs. When he reached the front door not particularly conscience of
what he was doing, he locked the door. To the left he looked into the dining
room and to the right the living room. Everything was turned off except the
steady glow of the wall lights above a few paintings that flanked either side
of the wall mounted TV his father loved to watch Hockey on.
Now he thought
about his father…tried to remember things about him. He had noticed that as
time went by some of the memories became blurry. Those little things that were
taken advantage of at the time were fading. He could remember the important
moments and they seemed like they were running in slow motion and at some
points his father face would appear foggy in his mind. Cyrus shook this off and
made his way to the kitchen to shut everything down. As he came in and cleaned
off the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and wiped everything down he
noticed that Angel was still sitting by the back door facing him. She sat alert
and at attention, her eyes never leaving his in that way when you can’t tell if
she is going to snap or not until he asked the question she always answered the
right way to.
“Angel want a
cookie?” he asked lovingly and she cocked her head to the right and her tail
started to swish across the floor. Cyrus felt his body relax as he took the lid
off of the dog cookie jar on the counter, reached in and pulled out a pink one.
Angel stood up at once and began marching in place with only her front paws as
her back ones stayed planted firmly. As smile crossed Cyrus’ lips and he patted
his left thigh, a command that told the pit bull to come to him. With
excitement she was trying to control she half pranced over to him and she
looked like she was smiling. When she reached him she sat down in a pristine way in
front of him on her best behaviour and he held out his left hand then asked for
her paw. Right away the dogs right paw was in his hand and he gave her the
cookie she was staring at in his right.
He felt normal in
this moment, like nothing had changed and felt good. The words of his uncle
came swimming back into his head and the dark feeling that was gone only a few seconds
ago returned. The feeling of dread resurfaced and at the same time he felt
different and a little bit excited and the thought of something unknown and new
actually made him feel surprisingly good underneath all of the shock that he
had tonight.
As his thoughts
turned in circles he felt tired suddenly and Angel knew and took the lead,
walking past him down the hall and to the stairs where she waited for him to
catch up. Usually Angel didn’t sleep with him or anybody, she was always on guard but it seems that tonight she was
willing to do it.
He was OK with that
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