I've really been missing earth lately. Dog heaven is so different, and I miss my master. I look down at her through the glass often, and sometimes I pretend that I'm still with her as I watch. I miss the warmth of our kitchen, I miss the smell of our home, I miss the belly rubs.
One day, I was looking down at master fondly, when I felt a paw on my shoulder. "Hey, Shibe."
It was Hus. "H-Hus... What are you doing here?" I asked, turning to face him.
His eyes were big and full of concern. "You've been acting kind of... sad lately... I came to see whats up." He replied, walking over to stand next to me.
He looked down at my master. "Is that... your master?" He asked slowly.
I nodded, trying to hold back tears. "She was the best."
Hus sighed sympathetically. "I know how you feel. I missed my master when I first came here, too. I still check up on her a bit, but I've come to accept that I'm dead."
"I don't think I'll ever be able to do that." I said.
Hus looked at me sadly for a moment. "I know that can be hard, Shibe... Is there anything I can do?"
I looked up at Hus for a moment. "Hus... I- I... You don't need to help me, I'm f-fine... Really."
Hus nodded suddenly wrapped his paws around me. "I understand. I just want you to know I'm here for you." He whispered.
I let a tear escape me and burrowed my head into Hus' shoulder. "Thanks."