CHANCE, rebben [bearly read books TXT] 📗

I lay on the floor, eyes closed, ears straining to hear everything she does. Always listening, always ready to get up and follow her when the time came. A slight squeak of the couch springs caught my attention and I opened my eyes to check if she had moved.
Relief flooded my senses when I saw her exactly where I had left her. Her legs now stretched forward instead of tucked up into her stomach. As I let out a deep sigh, I rolled onto my side, stretching my legs closer to hers.
As soon as I began to relax there was a shuffle of motion, and she jumped off the couch. I flipped myself upright and stood at attention. I would follow, follow and try to help. My heart beat firmly within my chest. Step after step I kept at her heels, hoping, praying that she would not head towards the bathroom.
When she turned towards the familiar hall and her feet traced the depressed places, I knew my prayers were unanswered. All I could do now was be there for her, support her through her choices.
Her hands shook as she clutched the door handle. She paused, but did not push the door open. She looked over to me. Sadness filled her eyes. I tried to smile, to show her she was loved. But it was not enough.
As she pushed open the door she blocked me with her foot from entering. Now I couldn’t be next to her if she hurt herself— if she made herself bleed.
I lay back down and pressed my nose to the door. Hoping she could hear in the way I accentuated my breath that I was worried— sad.
I prayed once more. “God, please help her.”
A bright-shining ball floated towards me, and I turned from staring at the door and watched as it flutter about my head. I heard noises; I heard the ball talking.
“If you could have one ability what would it be?” the ball asked.
“I would wish she could hear my voice,” I thought.
“Let it be as you ask. For one day she will hear you.”
The ball floated away and as it left the door opened and I saw her. Razor in hand, blood dripping down her arm. She looked up and saw me too. I went to her and sat at her feet. Hoping the ball was right, I took a chance and I spoke.
“You saved me when I was discarded. You loved me when others did not want me. When I look at you I see the most kind, most beautiful girl in the whole world. When you think you don’t matter remember that you matter to me.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears and she dropped the razor into the sink. Her legs collapsed and she fell to the floor, grabbing me and shoving her face into the scruff on my neck. “Chance? Am I actually hearing you talk?”
“Yes master.” I wagged my tail and licked her face. I could taste the saltiness of her tears.
She clutched onto my ears rubbing them just how I liked it. I couldn’t help shaking my leg. It made her laugh which brought me great joy.
The humans say dog is a man’s best friend. That dog would save the world for man. I did not save the world tonight, but I did save her world

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Publication Date: 10-03-2011

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