An original journey about life and loss told from a Dog's POV.
𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 🐾
Gypsy is a Pitbull stuck in a high-kill animal shelter, due to be euthanized in just two days. However, a ghost appea...
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Gypsy could still see, but the pool of blood beneath her was sticky and wet. Her paws slipped in it as she realized she could not get up; and her neck would not move even a hairsbreadth.
The sky now had pure white, poofy clouds above. A gentle breeze tugged on the wind as the short-clipped grass close by bustled with city life. It was ironic, as if nothing had changed for anyone else- only for her.
Is this how North felt, right before she died beneath the stars? The pain was unbearable. One of her forelegs was folded in on itself three times beneath her, irreparable and forever useless.
And the loudest thing she could hear was her own ragged breathing.
She tried to look over at Finn, but her head was still facing towards the road. Her back limbs were splayed out in awkward angles behind her, as the thudding pulse in her brain began to numb. Was it her blood spilling out? Or was she just growing used to this agony already?
"Oh my God, Gypsy. Oh my.... I'm so sorry." Ghost spoke into her ears as she saw his blurry figure come into view in front of her. Cars still sped by, some of them charging right through Ghost's figure.
But the man didn't react. His faintly glowing outline just shimmered, without getting destroyed.
He looked down at Gypsy with his eyes full of pity, and sparkling tears began to fall from his face.
"I didn't know. I wasn't shown this. This... It wasn't in my visions!" The husk of a man screamed, and it pounded against Gypsy's eardrums. But she was the only one who heard it.
I can't speak, the female realized as her throat muscles gave no response to her cues. Her eyes had a sheen of red over them, as if they too were filled with blood.
She wondered if her back was broken, as the moments stretched on.
I just wanted that little boy, and Finn to be safe. Where is he? Can he see me now? The white Pitbull thought. She didn't attempt to stand, knowing it would only be a lost cause. Knowing it would only lead to more pain.
But then, young Gypsy's heart began to pound with fear at the thought of her son seeing her broken, dying body. She recalled the bites North had given her yesterday, along with Bronx dislocating her back leg.
And now this. Oh, no... Her chest filled with dread. I hope Ace and Finn don't find me. How far away did I land?
The ghostly man seemed to hear her innermost thoughts, and looked over her with a deep, upsetting frown. Then, some of the worry faded from his eyes.
"He's waiting on you to get up. He's just standing on the grass divider where you left him, watching us."
Her heart seized and brought back some of the pain. Her legs twitched as she fought back convulsions of nausea against the inability to speak.
