Noise. Noise. I blink. Many voices. Bees buzzing? Laughter. Why? Music, loud. Chair, good. Soft. Squeaks when I move. Soft. She pats my paw. She smiles at me but I can feel she is sad. The room is big. Very big. Bigger than other place. People walk. Who? They nod their heads. They smile. I like seeing them. Some talk slow. To me. Not stupid. Hard to think thoughts. She told me why. I know. Hurts to think. Just before?
People dressed here like on TV. They must be happy. Don’t ask questions. No answers. Good food. I eat sweet round things. What name? I turn to her. I say they are good. My words sound odd. She smiles at me. “That’s right, that’s good,” she says. Wrong, not what I said. I want scream. She pats my paw. Feel better. I eat another round thing.
A woman dressed in white. I know her. She pats my paw. “How are you doing, cutie?” she says. “Cutie” is a good word. She smiles. She says something about me. Am I all right, away from home? Home. It feels good to think of home. There was a bed. In the sun. I sat. Blue sky. Watch clouds. See birds. The woman smiles at me. A man comes. The woman smiles at him. They’re happy. She walks away. She smells like roses. The music stops. People stop. She pats my paw.
I look at the man. He stares back and smiles. I feel better. He says many words. Too fast. I look at things. The man comes close and puts a needle in me. It hurts but then I feel sleepy and good. I look up at her. I can’t see as well anymore. Her touch feels soft. I lick her hand as she holds me. She tastes good. So good.