Blackwater Val
But she leaned away, terror-stricken, pulling towards where Blondie lay on her side, paws thrashing feebly.
Crying, Katelyn knelt by the writhing dog. Richard huddled with her under the giant hanging tree. He touched the leash. Reached and touched Blondie’s silver-peppered muzzle, brushing bits of leaves from her whiskers. She twitched. Her nose was warming, the eyes glazing. She’d voided her bowels and bladder in the rain.
Dying, a mental voice careened through his head, just like Michelle did. No. Jesus, nononooo.
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