Ashleigh Berlin 
Part 1: The Vanilla Scent of Goodbye He checked his expensive watch while the vet loaded the pink liquid into the syringe. “Hurry up, Maya,” he whispered, his voice tight with impatience. “We’re going to be late for the open house. The landlord said no pets, remember? Especially not… broken ones.” I looked down at …
My six-year-old son, William, ended up in the principal’s office today. Not because he hurt anyone. Not because he mouthed off. Not because he was “that kid.” He got sent there because he refused to erase our cat from his family tree assignment. His teacher told him, “Pets aren’t family, William. A family tree is …
I spent the money I’d been saving for my own casket on a dog that wasn’t mine, because at 2 AM in a vet clinic, I realized a beating heart is worth more than a pine box. The fluorescent lights in the emergency vet clinic hummed with a sound that only anxious people seem to …
Most people see a massive, 150-pound black bear in the terminal and panic; I just see my co-pilot, Barnaby, dragging me toward the one person in the crowd who is silently screaming. I’ve been a commercial airline captain for twenty-five years. I’ve flown through typhoons in the Pacific and landed on icy runways in infinite …
Part 1: The Last Note “Please love him. My owner is dead. If they find him, they will kill him.” She dropped the pill bottle into the snow, her heart stopping. Margaret stared at the orange prescription bottle half-buried in the drift. It was supposed to be the end. At 65, she had nothing left. …
Part 1: The Fifty-Three Dollar Goodbye “Please, just put him to sleep,” the man sobbed, his voice cracking as he slammed a crumpled twenty-dollar bill and a heavy fistful of coins onto the metal counter. “It’s fifty-three dollars. That’s everything. It’s all I have.” The silence in the waiting room was deafening. Arthur didn’t look …
Part 1: The Beast in the Storm My daughter gave me 24 hours to accept the nursing home, but the bleeding monster on my porch gave me a reason to lock the door and fight. The needle shook in my hand. It wasn’t the Parkinson’s. It was the fear. Thunder rattled the windowpanes of the …
I have a fully paid-off mortgage, a seven-figure retirement fund, and three successful children. But last Sunday, I realized I am worth less to my family than their Wi-Fi connection. My name is Thomas. I’m seventy-one years old. I spent forty years as a master carpenter, building frames for houses I could never afford to …
They found me on the cold tile of my bathroom floor after forty-eight hours, broken and dehydrated. But the miracle wasn’t that I survived; it was who sent the rescue party. My name is Arthur. I’m seventy-two, a retired carpenter with knees that click like a rusted ratchet and a house that’s been too quiet …
The 911 call came in at 2:00 AM during the worst blizzard Detroit had seen in a decade. “Vicious animal. Abandoned foreclosure on 8th Street. It’s got something cornered. It’s tearing it apart.” Officer Daniels hated these calls. The neighborhood was a ghost town, a relic of the auto industry’s collapse. Hollowed-out homes, broken windows, …
Part 1: The Aborted Mercy The vet raised the needle. Outside, bulldozers roared. Then the radio played a sound from 1988, and the dying dog did the impossible. “It’s time, Arthur,” Dr. Evans said softly. His voice was heavy with pity. The needle was already uncapped. On the cold metal table, Barnaby lay flat. The …
My owner smells like rotting metal and medicine. Last night, at 3 AM, she begged me to become the mother her five-year-old son is about to lose. I didn’t purr. This wasn’t the time for it. I sat on the cold kitchen tiles, wrapping my twenty-pound body around her shivering ankles. Sarah was weeping silently …
Police raised their guns at the scarred 80lb Pitbull, terrified of what he was pinning to the floor. They were dead wrong. “Drop it! Back away now!” Officer Miller screamed, his finger tightening on the trigger. The flashlight beam cut through the freezing darkness of the abandoned warehouse. In the corner, a massive Pitbull stood …
My dog refused to walk home in the freezing snow. He dragged me toward a dark bus stop instead. He knew she was falling apart before I even saw her. “Barnaby, move! It’s five degrees out here!” I yanked the leash, but he was a statue. A seventy-pound, scruffy rescue mix planted firmly in a …
Part 1: The Seven-Thousand Dollar Breath I held the card containing my entire life’s savings. The vet looked at the dying dog, then at me. “It’s $7,000 to save him. Or we put him down. You have one minute.” The tires didn’t just screech; they screamed. Then came the sickening thud of metal hitting flesh. …