Okay, guys, this is way different from what I usually write. The tone of it is pretty much the opposite of my usual.

Yes, this is my first story on fictionpress, but I have posted a lot of others on fanfiction.

I wrote this as a tribute to my dog, who died on Friday, December 15, 2006.

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Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Nope.

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Nu-uh.

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Darn.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was lost.

I had only been wandering for…how long?

It was way after the sun went down.

I had laid there by the gate like a good doggy waiting for them to realize that they had left it open, just a little, just enough for me to nose my way out.

But after a while, I decided to go exploring.

I wandered around familiar territory, waiting to hear them call my name, telling me to go home.

But they never noticed.

Cool!

I was free, for a while at least.

But, now, I was lost.

It was rather embarrassing to tell you the truth.

Vroom, rush, screech…

Did I cross this way?

I can’t remember.

I stepped one foot out onto the street…

Then another…

Then another…

I was doing pretty good…

BAM!

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I lay there in the middle of the street, waiting.

Waiting for them to call me.

I didn’t pay any attention to the pain, I was listening too hard.

I was sleepy. But I couldn’t fall asleep just yet, I had to know if they were looking…

There! I heard it! Just barely over the sound of passing cars...

Two shrill tones, one high, one low, the way my Walker always called me.

“Sara!” That was my Master’s voice! She was looking for me!

“Sara!” It was my Walker’s voice, she was calling me, she sounded worried.

“Sara!” It was my Playmate’s voice, she was sad. Why was she sad?

They cared! They were looking for me! It would all be okay now!

I wondered if the Little One was looking for me…no, she would be sleeping. She was always sleeping at this time.

I wondered if my Master’s Mate was looking for me…no, he hadn’t been around lately. Where had he gone?

The sleep was just too much.

I closed my eyes for the last time.

I was home.

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Well, I cried when I wrote this, but, that I guess was to be expected. Please, tell me what you thought.