Hugo was exhausted from chasing sticks in the Blanco. The river lazily receded as wispy Mexican feather grass faded in all around him, their delicate golden fronds rustling in the breeze and lulling him to sleep. Sometime later, he woke up and carried out one of his favorite stretches. The full-on back to front: behind […]

Zippy’s description was so like Trudy’s experience, and so different to his own. He hadn’t been taken anywhere, or felt any little pricks of pain before falling asleep. He’d simply felt bad and faded gently away from back there. “They call it putting you to sleep, or putting you down,” Zippy explained, knowing Hugo arrived […]

Zippy and Hugo weren’t doing much of anything. Hugo was lying in his favorite spot in the west-facing window of their previous house – the first house his people had bought together – changing positions every now and then to soak up the afternoon sun as dust became glitter in the streaming rays. He was […]

While a large rawhide occupied much of Hugo’s attention, he was also reflecting on Zippy’s favorite time with Kevin. He got the whole thing about aging, that the Kevin he knew was older than Zippy’s Kevin. He wondered what Kevin looked like back then. He still couldn’t picture Kevin giggling or laughing with the lack […]