(Y) * and (N) *

i slept on the couch while rocky slept on the floor. and we spoke. or rather, i spoke.

rocky turned over to look at me and i gave him his much-needed tummy scratches.

i told him everything. about the past, about the present, about the future.

from a cute young puppy, rocky was now an old dog. same old wagging tail, same old food greed.

i finished my story.

he looked at me and yawned. and then he went back to sleep.

stupid rocky, still love him nonetheless.