A ball of fluff came bounding towards her, affectionately nipping at her feet. Had she known their time, like an ever shortening candle, would melt into nothingness things may have been different. However time is very elusive, just when you seem to have solved it all it has you once again chasing it, a tail to its ever bustling comet. Where the small yipping puppy, whose coat seemed like a Reese's cup had been swirled into fur and balled up, had such little time. Despite this the impact he made couldn't have been much less than an ice storm in Floridia. Even when his flame seemed like nothing more than a spark he would continue to fight long after the smoke had cleared.
It was only a week, only a week little Rusty had stayed with them. Less then a page on a calendar and he was gone from this world forever. She took a gamble, attempting to do what was better like a leader will always do for their team. However the future is a mystery, no formula in the world can solve it, no detective can find it. Like a rabbit that seems to come out from a dozen holes sparatically, you can never predict where to catch him. Although you want to plan the future, noteing every detail for every event, nothing goes as you picture it. Like a cookie you didn't quite bake right, your plan crumbles before you, and swallowed up without a word to be said. That is what happened that day, someone's plan of a lifetime companion got crumpled, and swallowed up by the dark abyss of life. Like that iconic house being swept away in The Wizard of Oz there went Rusty, swept up by the disastrous tornado of life. He was lifted off into the sky, a small balloon who's bright colors contrasted the deep blue of the sky, was one last reminder of Rusty the puppy.
Dinky's protective nature never failed to amaze others. He would risk life and limb to see those he cared for were safe and sound. Not only that but he could wait for hours, the perfect companion to have. Well almost perfect, he had just one puzzle piece missing. However no one is "perfect" and it is the "flaws" in people that make you, well you. One night on, the Fourth of July it was Dinky's character that would give everyone a laugh for years to come. Like an old tale this story is still told and it still holds the same emotion as if trapped in a locket. After seeing the danger these sparking menaces posed to his family, Dinky took it upon himself to protect them. After they shot off and ruptured the sky with blasts of sound and color he would dispose of the charred, grey, remains. Although one of these was not like the rest, like in those old spot the difference games. This one was brightly colored and still sparking. Dinky, however ignored this and promptly scooped it inside of his mouth. Then he went on to dispose of this death machine like the rest, that's when it happened. It began wildly shooting sparks in every direction, his eyes wild with fear as he ran. Sparatically, a grasshopper leaping and howling through the grass. Eventually the terrors were over, Dinky had done his job again, protecting his family even at the cost of his own life.
He was a soft, warm, fun brownie with icecream swirled into the mix, because where there is a brownie icecream follows. Brownie was quite an appropriate name for the small, spunky, and sweet little dog. It looked like a brown cow with long cloud like spots pasted onto him, or at least his fur seemed that way. Like a soft, fluffy, cotton ball of a cloud you could always snuggle and cuddle with him. He was a soft summer breeze, gentle, kind, and just what you needed. Although he may not have been protective he could always make you laugh as though someone tickled your feet. He was her best friend in these days and would be for many to come. Like a sticky note he was always reminding you to play and nagging at the back of your mind, causing you to never forget him. Nipping at your feet, a crocodile in the long grass. Like a roll of ductape he was always there for you and could fix 99% of all problems just with his presence. She was the icecream to his brownie.
Why hadn't he been present, she was no better than the scum on the bottom of ones shoe. She hadn't been there to save him, all of those months in joyous bliss would end, all because of her. Like the one who placed the red sock in the load of white laundry she was the one to blame. However she couldn't have known, for as time is as mysterious as our origins. There seem to be a thousand different possoblilties and yet, it's nearly impossible to decide on the correct one. What would have happened though, had she gone left jnstead of right, kept Brownie in the house or let him out. It was her fault he got ran over, or was it? Her sister was to blame, she drove the car over him, squeezed the life from his body. She was upset at the world and just decided to point the blame at someone else. Like a spinner her sister seemed to be where the arrow directed all of her anger, it was being put through a funnel directed at her. For months she seethed in anger and wanted her to feel the guilt. However a question doesn't always need an answer, a problem doesn't always need someone to blame.