9yo Jenny - Dog

In the morning, Spark didn’t wake up.

Her mother knelt beside her. “For what, sweetheart?” 9yo jenny dog

One windy afternoon, Jenny sat under the oak tree. The yellow flowers had grown tall. She traced her fingers over the small wooden cross her father had made. In the morning, Spark didn’t wake up

Weeks passed. Jenny still looked for Spark when she came home. She still saved the last bite of her sandwich. She still left the back door open a crack, just in case. In the morning

“And remember the fort?” Jenny laughed softly. “I made a blanket tent in the living room, and you tried to come in, but you were too big, so you just stuck your nose through the gap.”