The idea for a story like this came partly from a story i saw on DeviantART and partly from a fanfic. I was inspired from them both to create a story that could touch the sences of those who read it (rather like the end of cat-run). I just love them kind of stories, especially death, it is one tiny moment that in permanent, with can break the world around. I can only remember two deaths that have hurt me that much, my granny, and my cat.

I'm not quite sure i could say i accomplished it so i would appreciate any comments! :D (Just as long as they aren't bad comments like 'that sucks!'.)

Anyway, lets start the story before i burst into tears...

Dog Heart

I lay a paw on master but he didn't smile back, he just lay there with is cold boneless face. I licked his soft curvy cheek with my tongue, he didn't smile, wink, or call me 'good boy'.

We lay together out here, in this warehouse, it was so big and empty, I could feel the emptiness not only around me but in my paws, my paws that rested on master's chest. So silent, not a pant, I could feel a hole to my right even though I wasn't actually touching it. I looked at my master, his fur was loose and curly and his eyes stared on to space, his cheeks were pale and his lips were grey.
Behind me I could hear footsteps, I didn't move an eye, a man rested a paw on my neck and moved it slightly, I could tell it was the big palm of master's son. He clipped on my leash and dragged my out, I followed not moving my sight form master's cold dead body. As master's son closed the door I lowered my head and saw my last glimpse of what was once my loving master.

As the door closed behind my ears I sat on the cushion, in front of me was where master sat, I had never let his son sit in that spot, not with all my heart. A year had passed since my master’s tragic accident, but his memory never escaped me, I sat with my heart pounding full of regret, hurting with every beat.

I opened my eyes and saw in front of me, master. I jumped of the settee and lay with my direction away, I could hear master talking in his soft fuzzy tone. I would have gave my life to have heard that again, but this was a ghost, the chanting voice made my ears twitch, I would never see master again, even if I could, I had to let him go. But every night out came a memory ghost, I fear I never will.

I lay in the dark listening to my name being called in a soft tawny tone, my back being rubbed slowly in a great big palm. Something I would have loved a few months ago, but not now.

It was my fault I had to be like this, my fault master died, it began like another day, we were chasing each other across the town, master was adult but inside was a child. I ran into the warehouse and a big man grabbed me by the collar, he and master had a fight but soon master was implanted with a small hole, he fell to the ground and the man stole his watch, before disappearing leaving me and master alone.

I never wanted to leave his side but I had to, and now I would give anything just to get out of it. He sat watching me, I presume, and I stared over the room, it was black but I could still see the edges.

The door slowly opened and master-son came in with is mate and a unfamiliar smaller mate, the smaller one came over and hugged me, screaming something that was quite annoying. I squirmed free and ran to master just to escape the clutches on the little one, he rubbed me and looked at the little one, then slowly stepped out the window, prancing over towards the moon, the little one grabbed me, the began giving me commands and screaming every time I done then, but someday she’ll change, I have, because now, she is my mistress…