Dog Days Are Over
The grief of losing a pet.
6 min readJul 26, 2020
In the dark of the night, there is a sound somewhere between the pitch of an anguished teething baby, and a wailing peacock being murdered. Every cry ends off with a mournful growl, deep in the powerful lungs of what must be some formidable Eldritch being. The terror grabs ahold of my soul, and a shiver runs down my spine.
