chapter 39

we were gone

I couldn’t get Bones to come away from G, even though I knew it was ripping him apart seeing her this way, sprawled out on the pavement, limp and in pain. He had tears in his eyes and he told me that he wasn’t going anywhere until Yogi came.

The young girl in the driver’s seat had backed up her car and parked it on the side of the street and now she stood beside Bones, quietly crying. G was still whimpering softly and her breathing was getting more and more labored. I thought she was about lose consciousness when, out of nowhere, she somehow found the strength to reach up and put her paw on Bones’ leg. 

“Lump, she’s trying to comfort me,” Bones whispered. “She’s the one hurt on the street and she’s making sure I’m OK.” 

“That’s because she’s a special . . . she’s special,” I said simply. I didn’t want to say dog. “She just gets it. She knows how to live like Bones.” 

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