The dog in the night began to howl inccessantly. It cry echoed for miles. The full moon above bore witness to the dead man the dog stood watch over as she keened into the night. It was the third night in a row her cry floated

over the grassy step. The blood on her paws had long since dried. Soon she would need to leave if only to find food, but she didn;t want to think

about that just yet. For now she onkly wanted the world to know the dpths 

of her sadness at the loss of the one who had kept her safe all these years, 

the one she could not herself save.