This is a revision of the tiny tale of terror titled "The End" that was posted to my blog previously. The point of view has been changed from the dog's perspective to mine.
Savior in Fear
(New Story)
I awaken with a start. My miniature white Pomeranian, Muffin, is barking wildly. I race from my bed out into the hallway where I find her barking at my husband. He is slumped over in his wheelchair, unconscious. Fear grips at my heart just as it seems to be gripping at Muffin's heart. I panic and Muffin's obvious distress isn't helping matters. It's a good thing she alerted me when she did because my husband is still breathing. All the time that I'm checking for a pulse, Muffin races wildly in circles around the wheel chair. She is watching him and watching me, obviously seeking some reassurance that her master is still alive.
While my fear is overpowering, in the back of my mind I speculate how this little, old dog must feel. She has always been my husband's side-kick, favoring his attention to mine. She can't possibly understand why he isn't responding to her - can she?
(New Story)
I awaken with a start. My miniature white Pomeranian, Muffin, is barking wildly. I race from my bed out into the hallway where I find her barking at my husband. He is slumped over in his wheelchair, unconscious. Fear grips at my heart just as it seems to be gripping at Muffin's heart. I panic and Muffin's obvious distress isn't helping matters. It's a good thing she alerted me when she did because my husband is still breathing. All the time that I'm checking for a pulse, Muffin races wildly in circles around the wheel chair. She is watching him and watching me, obviously seeking some reassurance that her master is still alive.
While my fear is overpowering, in the back of my mind I speculate how this little, old dog must feel. She has always been my husband's side-kick, favoring his attention to mine. She can't possibly understand why he isn't responding to her - can she?
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