His eyes were gleaming
From the
light
From the
fight
Dying out
into the night
Hardly believing what he was seeing
First time
at a dog fight
He brought
a gun to a dog fight
Others rushed around him and he sprung into action
Protocols,
there were protocols for this
Things he
needed to do, things he was trained to do for this
How much
more of this was there?
A dead body in the middle of the ring
Someone
checked for a pulse
Sticky and
red, blood still stuck around matting the throat
The skinny
throat and skinny body of a big dog - a Rottweiler
He could already hear the cars pulling out
People
rushing out
Not wanting
to be caught on their way out
Not caring
about the dog laying out
Metal crates, haphazardly holding a circle
One filled
piqued his curiosity
Light
hitting steel and brown eyes
He remembered brown eyes
A different face
kind and
gentle
A different dog
small and
sweet
A different place
home
Scampering through the forest, little dog by his side
Biking on forgotten trails, little dog in the basket
Going through the drive through, little dog hanging out the
window
Childhood friend, when his other friends were busy
White fur and big brown eyes staring into his
Pleading brown eyes as it begged for another scrap
Bright brown eyes as it chased after a stick
Smart brown eyes as it fixated on the treat, bum firmly on
the floor
Curious brown eyes as it greeted his friends
He called the right number
animal
control
Perhaps they would take this dog to the shelter
He remembered a shelter
Birthdays
and surprises
Running down the isles, looking at the oddly shaped and
sized fascinations
Until he saw a little smile grinning up at him
Those big brown eyes forcing him to lean over and pick the
dog up
His best
friend
And he almost couldn’t believe how different two pairs of
big brown eyes could look.
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