[ WP ] In the canine world , humans are celestial beings who live for more than 500 years at a time . The caretaker of you and the past seven generations of your family will die soon .

My hair stands on end, rankled by the sudden chill. 
 
 
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 A void drifts next to the bed. Odorless. Alien. 
 
 
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 I sound a low growl from my barrel chest. Warning. Danger. 
 
 
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 I DO NOT COME FOR DOGS. 
 
 
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 I show my teeth which have ended many a threat to Master's garden, protecting His labors. Beware. 
 
 
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 IT IS HIS TIME. 
 
 
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 I rest a paw on His chest. My pads long calloused by the gravel and earth, my claws sharp. No. 
 
 
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 ALL THINGS MUST RETURN TO THE VOID IN THEIR TIME. EVEN YOU. 
 
 
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 I drag my body across His, letting our warmth combine. Exhaling slowly through my nose, I close my eyes. 
 
 
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 I WILL RETURN. 
 
 
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 Warmth. Love. 
 
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 *My first time writing. I just wanted to try a very simple style for a dog. Action followed by emotion and meaning. Animals being able to see into a supernatural plane that we can not is always a fun theme too. I'm open to critique. I remember my dogs, a cocker-spaniel / schnauzer mix and a german shorthaired pointer. I remember that on my dark days I'd curl up on the bed next to them and take a nap. We would lie back to back and his breathing was comforting. *
