[ WP ] From a dogs perspective , write about its last few days/moments alive .

I know I'm not the same anymore. I can remember when I was different, but I ca n't remember when I changed. I remember running, fast as the wind. So fast, that the smells in the air started to blend together, one bleeding into another, until my whole world was streaked with speed and smell and beauty. I remember chasing down that green-yellow ball, springing high into the air at just the right moment to snatch it from the sky. I remember when I had two humans, instead of just one. Anne went away one day and she has n't been back since. A lot of people came to our house right after, but I did n't understand why they were there. Greg cried a lot then. I tried to help, but I did n't know how. 
 
 All those things are gone now. I guess, I can still make the world smell streaky if I put my head out the car window. And there are green-yellow balls scattered everywhere around the house. Greg knows they were my favorite. He'll roll one across the floor and sometimes I'll lumber over to pick it up for him. But it's really not as much fun without the leaping catch. And everyday, I hope I'll see Anne walking through the door. I dream about it sometimes, being reunited with her. It's always the sweetest most wonderful dream. We're all so happy and she says she's sorry she left and that she did n't want to and that she missed me and that I'm such a good dog. And Greg is always there, laughing and smiling and hugging us both. 
 
 I sleep a lot now. Partly because I'm just so tired, and partly because I'm the old me in my dreams. Running, jumping, chasing, wagging, loving. The smells are never quite right in a dream, but you do n't realize that until you wake up. I wish I could dream all the time. But... that would make Greg sad. He says I'm the very best part of his day, and if I slept all the time, he would n't have that anymore. He's already cried so much because of Anne. So, I stay awake as much as I can. For him. 
 
 But, he's gone to work now, so I can dream all day if I want to. I nestle down into my comfy cushion on the floor and start to drift off. This nap feels different, somehow. I'm not sure I like it. It does n't hurt or anything, it just does n't feel quite the same as falling asleep. Maybe this is another change. Another way I'll be different from the way I used to be. I'll have to check the next time I fall asleep and see if it feels the same way. 
 
 My dreams are starting. The smells smell much better than they usually do in a dream. This is a change I can be happy about. My nose suddenly picks up a familiar, but long-forgotten scent on the breeze. I turn my head and start streaking towards it. I'm moving so fast, the smells start to bleed into each other, but one stays at the center of my focus. I come over a hill and see her standing there, arms flung wide, enormous smile on her face. She's laughing and calling to me and telling me how much she missed me and how good I am. I fling myself into her arms and suddenly, we're in a huge pile on the ground. She's laughing and crying and I'm licking her everywhere I can and I ca n't get enough of her smell. In all my old dreams, I could never get the smell just right. But now it was perfect. 
 
 `` Why do n't we wait right here for a little while,'' she asks once we've settled down. `` It'll be easy for Greg to find us here.'' 
 
 I sigh happily. I'll wait here with her forever. I am my old self and I know Greg will come to us eventually. I wish I'd brought a green-yellow ball to chase. 
 

