When Steven found Buddy, Buddy was skeleton-thin and struggling to survive and with a piece of saltine cracker from the last of his MRE, Buddy became attached and before long, the two became inseparable. The squad loved Buddy too. He was obedient, smart, and helpful. Buddy could sniff out almost anything in a quarter mile radius and he seemed to know when it’s dangerous to bark. During those times, he’d just stand and wait for one of the squad to notice him.
However, all good things came to an end when Buddy became sick. The doctor discovered a cancerous inoperable lump on his underside. During his final days, Buddy was in pain yet he was in good energy. He kept insisting on going out with the troops but the doctor wouldn’t let him and eventually had to sedate him. Lying sideways on his deathbed, Steven could’ve sworn he saw tears fall from Buddy’s eyes. “It’ll be okay, Buddy.” He said, stroking Buddy’s fur, and with a smile on his face, Buddy closed his eyes.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.