My pet ran away and I know she isn 't coming back this time. As I lay on the couch, I start to worry. She left a few hours ago and I can 't help but think about the events that occurred before she ran away. It first started when a continuous buzzing noise, followed by a repetitive beeping sound, wouldn’t stop. It bothered my sensitive ears so I rolled over, trying to ignore it. My pet also seemed like she was trying to ignore it as well, but neither of us could. She sat up and I curled up next to her. Her soft, happy purrs, echoed through my ears speaking in a tongue I couldn 't understand. We lay that way for a while before getting up and I should have realized then that she was saying goodbye. I followed her to the kitchen where she
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My nose is plastered to the ground. I smell all of the usual scents until one catches my attention. This one is new but familiar. I follow it across the fence as the scent gets stronger. I smell the scent as it travels up the fence. I smell faster and the hair along my spine is on end. This scent is fresh. The squirrel is still here; I can 't see it, but I can smell it. I follow my nose up as high as I can reach and pause to listen. The squirrel is on top of the fence, I can hear him. I let out a threatening growl so he knows to back off. I hear him take off down te side of the fence and I chase after the quick patters of squirrel feet, barking aggressively. I see it hop to another fence and stop barking, realizing that, maybe if I protected the yard from squirrels better, my pet wouldn 't have left me. My tongue is lolling out of my mouth and my painting is heavy. I decide to go back inside for some water. I crawl through the door and head straight to my water. There seems to be no end to the bowl of refreshment, but when I lap up enough to quench my thirst, I back away. The jug connected to my bowl bubbles and catches me off guard.. Instinctively, I let out a bark and pounce on the water. It splashes everywhere and gets my paws and the floor wet. Maybe if I didn 't make a mess with my water, my pet wouldn’t have left
My nose is plastered to the ground. I smell all of the usual scents until one catches my attention. This one is new but familiar. I follow it across the fence as the scent gets stronger. I smell the scent as it travels up the fence. I smell faster and the hair along my spine is on end. This scent is fresh. The squirrel is still here; I can 't see it, but I can smell it. I follow my nose up as high as I can reach and pause to listen. The squirrel is on top of the fence, I can hear him. I let out a threatening growl so he knows to back off. I hear him take off down te side of the fence and I chase after the quick patters of squirrel feet, barking aggressively. I see it hop to another fence and stop barking, realizing that, maybe if I protected the yard from squirrels better, my pet wouldn 't have left me. My tongue is lolling out of my mouth and my painting is heavy. I decide to go back inside for some water. I crawl through the door and head straight to my water. There seems to be no end to the bowl of refreshment, but when I lap up enough to quench my thirst, I back away. The jug connected to my bowl bubbles and catches me off guard.. Instinctively, I let out a bark and pounce on the water. It splashes everywhere and gets my paws and the floor wet. Maybe if I didn 't make a mess with my water, my pet wouldn’t have left