Gary stepped into his room, holding a can of beer in his right hand, a cigarette in his left hand. His room was really dark but he just headed straight for his bedroom after he locked the door. He was having a bad day. He got fired. It was expected, Because he was always late, and always sleeping in the office. Life wasn’t so bad for him before his only friend Danny died.

They were close, they seem to be able to read other’s mind. Danny knew exactly when Gary needed company, or needed to be alone. Gary knew exactly when Danny was down, hungry, or sick. They were as close as brothers, only that Danny was a dog. And Danny died a month ago. He was old. Gary had never been happy since then. Gary laid on his bed thinking about Danny. He was feeling sleepy. He took a puff from his short cigarette, and fell asleep. "Danny! There you are Danny! Why? Why do you have to die? Danny! Don’t run! Danny! Hey! What the…"

   "There’s smoke everywhere!" He saw fire all around him. "Oh my God! Fire! Damn, it must be the cigarette!" Gary kept coughing. The smoke was too much. He heard screaming outside, probably the neighbors. He tried to find a way out of his bedroom, but he was having difficulty seeing well. The thick smoke filled his nose. He bumped his knee and fell face first to the floor. That was when he saw Danny.

"Danny? Oh my goodness. I am going to be with you soon, right boy?"

Everything went black. Gary woke up. He saw hospital equipment.

"Where am I?" "Try not to move around, I’ll call for Dr. Steinburger," he heard a girl say. In a nurse’s uniform. "Where am I?" he asked weakly, having a headache. "The hospital, I survived?" But… Gary couldn’t believe it.

"Yes you did. Thanks to your dog. It dragged you out of the house, but he ran away after that. Or so your neighbours said," the nurse said while putting the thermometer into Gary’s mouth.

Gary pulled it out, shocked.

"My dog, I don’t have a dog! Not now that is. A dog? Are you sure? How did it look like?"

The nurse turned around and looked at him weirdly. "Ummm… one of your neighbours told one of the cops that she saw a dog pull you out of the house. She sent you here. She said it’s your dog. I think she said it was a Golden Retriever. I am not sure. I’ll go call Dr. Steinburger."

"Oh my! That’s Danny." Gary couldn’t believe his ears. But Danny was dead… Gary closed his eyes and pictured Danny.

"Thank you, Danny Thank You!"


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