The problem with summer days is that they have to end. As the days wore on the warm, sticky summer breeze began to develop a biting chill. The slow sweet pace of summer began to speed up. I feel as if the world was a clock and someone kept winding it faster and faster. In this time John and Sherlock have become inseparable. You can always find them together leaning so close so ruffled blonde hair mixes with curly black hair. They only part when the sun sets and darkness forces them to go reluctantly into their respective homes. During those nights Sherlock and I lay on the bed together and he chatters endlessly. Sherlock is often like a shadow reserved and quiet. He is rarely seen and keeps mostly to himself. John brought out a whole new side of him, a side of him where his heart was visible through closely guarded walls. Sherlock is happy so I am happy. All was well. Unfortunately like summer days happiness tends to reach an end. Sherlock was due to start school, a different school that John would be attending. I being a dog and thought of as unintelligent due to my inability to communicate effectively was unable to protect Sherlock. My beautiful sunshine boy had to enter a new reality unprotected. Sherlock left for school the next day and I wait with him at the end of the lane until the school bus appears. He looks down at me with wide scared eyes and climbs aboard. Never in my life had I wanted to be human as much as I do in that moment.
