Don’t Leave Them Wondering

Emily B

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You always know the sound of my leash wakes me up. It’s my favorite way to start the morning. You and I take our walk every day, except Sunday, because Sunday is cuddle day. I jump out of bed and run to you, laughing at my eagerness. As soon as you hook the leash to my collar, I nearly yank you out the door. We begin our usual route and you talk to me about the rest of our day. There’s a new episode of your favorite show airing today, so after you shower, we’re going to cuddle up on the couch with a late breakfast. In the middle of your sentence, you look down at your phone. We keep walking to the intersection and I hear a car coming, so I sit by the stop sign and turn to you. You would’ve kept walking right into the car’s path if I hadn’t tugged on my leash and gotten your attention away from your phone. It’s okay, I know you get distracted easily, that’s why I’m here to keep you safe! You and I walk back home while you hum that song you played on repeat yesterday. While you heat up your food, I eat from my freshly filled dish and jump on the couch right at the beginning of the episode. You give me some bacon and after about fifteen minutes, I fall asleep. I woke up when you got off the couch at the end of the episode to go get groceries for dinner. I decided to finish my nap until you got home. When the keys rustling in the door woke me up and your mom and sister walked in, it surprised me. You never mentioned they would be visiting. It surprised me even more when I saw that they were crying. I ran over and began swatting at and rubbing against their legs, trying to make them stop. More people come in behind them and they all look sad. Why are they sad? Why are they here? Are you supposed to be here making them feel better? I curl back onto my bed to get out of the way and bring my stuffed squirrel you gave me for Christmas with me. Everybody gets quiet and turns to your sister, who says through tears that you were too distracted to see the other car. What other car? Why did you need to see it? Your sister begins crying again so I get up and rub against her legs and roll over at her feet to try and cheer her up. That’s how I can always help you feel better, but when she bends down to rub my head, she cries harder. I hope you can help her feel better when you get home. You always seem to know how to make everybody feel better. Maybe she just doesn’t know that you get distracted as easily as I know. So…. I’ll just keep waiting on the couch for you to come back home. I can’t wait to cuddle tomorrow! Don’t leave your pets wondering why you never came back home. Focus on the road and put the distractions away.