The Leaving


As I walked away, I saw the look on Oscar’s face. The look that said, “Please don’t leave me. Please let me go too.” But, this is one trip where Oscar could not join me as he usually did. I had to do this by myself. I made sure Oscar would be safe on the farm, with my friends and the other dogs. It was so hard to walk away from him.

It was my mother. I had to fly across the country and I refused to fly Oscar in cargo. My mother was ill and I had to go to her. Flying a dog in cargo is dangerous and Oscar means too much to me. The only problem is I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I will miss that sweet face.

*Photo courtesy of Yinglan

Rosemary Carlson

Business Consultant and Freelance Writer

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