Glitter Glue

Fallen

For days Thomas and I snuck up to the attic as much as possible to check on Splat. Whenever we opened the door,he leapt into the air and gave us dozens of tiny, wet kisses. Feeding him had made him more energetic and loving. He doesn't make much noise, but when he does, it's. Loud noise that I blame on myself if Mom gets courage up to ask about it.
Finally, one normal day, I had left Thomas to go find Splat some food when I heard several loud crashes and a series of excited barks. Then, Splat was scampering around the house and before I had time to think, Splat was in Mom's room. When I realized what had happened, I panicked and ran after him.
To my great surprise, Splat was on the ground eating a chicken wing out of Mom's frail, tired hands. She looked up and smiled at us.
"Is he yours?" This made me uncomfortable that she was taking it so well.
"Uh yeah"
"Splat, right"
"Uh yeah?"
She patted Splat on the head, stood up, and walked away. Confused as I was, I only followed Thomas and Splat out into the yard. When the door was open, Splat bolted past the end of the fence and ran faster than I thought possible and he was gone. He was down the road and around a corner before Thomas noticed him gone, but when he noticed, he was as heartbroken as a little boy could be. I held him and rocked him, but nothing seemed help in the slightest. He was completely unconsolable even for me and in his worst times, I'm the only cure. It gives the best feeling when I'm the one to fix him,but this time, it didn't work.
Thomas couldn't sleep that night. No matter how much I cradled him and loved him he still lay awake, whimpering, and pitiful. It hurt me, I think, more than it hurt him. My little,shining light fell for the first major time.