Chapter 19

ODETTE

I placed a daisy on Slash's grave and used the back of my hand to dry the wet which had collected beneath my eyes. Jericho had buried him at home in the garden. A massive rock served as a headstone with Slash's name engraved. Each day without Slash felt incomplete. When he died, he left a gaping hole in our hearts. I knew Jericho took it badly. He would wake up in the mornings, forgetting Slash was no longer around, and call out for him. Sometimes I would catch him retrieving Slash's leash to take him out for a walk only to realize he could no longer do that. The look of anguish which hijacked his face each time made the whole situation so much worse. I hated seeing Jericho in so much pain.

"We miss you so much," I whispered, peering over my shoulder toward the massive house which towered behind me, "I hope, wherever you are, you're still watching over him. No dog could ever replace you but maybe send him another to be his companion again. One that can take care of him as well