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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)

TITLE: Healing
By Folakemi Emem-Akpan



Smells and sounds. The cloying odor of disinfectant just applied. The mewling sound that starts from the throat of one canine until it is repeated, echoed, chanted from every dog in the enclosure, until the sound is a boomerang in my ears.

“They know we’ve got visitors. That’s how they behave when.” The vet explains.

I watch Caroline, try to gauge her reaction. Her face is set in the kind of concentration only an eight-year-old can master. Today, she’s done her hair into two pigtails. The pigtails are held in place by barrettes; hot-pink barrettes Mark bought her not quite two years ago.

A constriction rises to my throat but I swallow it, send it to my stomach where it sits like a truck of sand. I follow my daughter to a cage set apart from the rest. This dog has not joined the chorus. It lies on its front paws, liquid brown eyes staring at Caroline, one ear cocked as if it hears something we cannot.

“Is it a boy dog?” Caroline asks the vet.

“He is, but I’m not sure you’ll be wanting him.”

“Why?” She sounds so grown I have a difficult time believing she’s only eight. Her missing front teeth however, make a mockery of her grown-upness.

“His hind legs are crushed from an accident. We picked him off the streets. Come take a look at this one. He’s so cute.” He’s already moving away, steering Caroline towards another cage.

“He’s the one I want. I’m going to call him Pickles. Mum, can I?”

The psychologist had set me in the direction of getting a pet for Caroline. Will give her something to do, help her cope with her grief, he’d said. What he’d not said was that she would choose something sick, perhaps dying.

The answer to my daughter’s question lies thick and fuzzy somewhere deep in my throat. My memories take me back despite myself. Caroline at the kitchen table, hurriedly doing her homework so she could be allowed, be free to sit with her dad.

At the door, I’d listen, irrationally afraid to go in, scared that Caroline would literarily fall apart if she ever saw the jelly I was reduced to at the sight of her dying father. I’d hear her reading to him from one of her numerous storybooks.

Inevitably, I’d hear the sobs. The sobs of a seven-year-old who couldn’t understand why her father couldn’t talk back to her, couldn’t hear her. I myself didn’t know how to explain, because I had my own questions. How could a thirty-seven year old man, so full of life and vitality one day, be struck down by a massive stroke the following, reduced to a specimen until a kind doctor told me to take him home to die in peace?

“Mummy, can I have him?”

I shake my head to clear my cobwebby thoughts. “Why don’t we look at other dogs?”

“But I like this one. I promise I’ll take good care of him. I’ll even clean his poop.” For the first time since Mark died, her eyes are aglow with light, with life.

How can I deny her? It is one dog after all. When I nod yes, light bursts from her eyes and she grabs me in a hug, one so warm and tight it forces the breath from my mouth.

Two bodies, same bed. Both asleep, both snoring. A half smile pulls Caroline’s lips slightly apart. Her arms are around Pickles, whose breath keeps puffing the thin blanket.

I put out the light, and let out a sigh as I close the door. For four nights, since the day Pickles came to stay, there’d been no scream from Caroline’s room in the middle of the night, no terrifying nightmare that made her leap from her bed, drenched in sweat, crying out for me. For her daddy.

My room, the room that used to be mine and Mark’s, is still brightly lit. I shrug off my housecoat and slip into the covers of my blanket. Sleep doesn’t come easy – for several months now, it hasn’t – but there’s a lightness of heart, an ease of burden I can’t quite explain.

I finally fall asleep, thinking of the last vacation we had as a family.

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Judy Bowers05/22/08
Oh, what a sweet and touching story. Caroline KNEW which pet would heal her. Thank you for sharing.
terri tiffany05/22/08
What I enjoyed most, besides the excellent writing was the layer in your story. It wasn't just about the pet-- it was about so much more and that makes a story wonderful!
Joanne Sher 05/23/08
Incredibly powerful and compelling from beginning to end. Just wonderful.
Laury Hubrich 05/24/08
Love this story. Excellent, I'm thinking one of my favorite this week:)
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/25/08
Healing is exactly the right title for this beautiful story.
Holly Westefeld05/27/08
A touching story, and well told.
Peter Stone05/29/08
What a beautiful, heart rending story of how God uses animals to bring healing to the hearts of his little ones. I could relate to the little one finally finding comfort during the night. Congrats on your placing too.
Betsy Markman05/29/08
Lovely indeed. It makes me wonder if it's a true story. If so, I do hope the healing continued for everyone.
Dianne Janak05/29/08
Congrats on your well deserved entry. If this was true, what a touching slice of life. If fiction, brilliant creative writing. Loved that the layers of the story kept going on the entire time. Not just about a pet, a girl, a dying dad, but about mom too. Brilliant and masterful!
Karen Wilber05/29/08
I read this last section through tears in my eyes. Beautiful story deserving of EC. I liked how you ended this...at the beginning of the healing, as everything begins to change.
Sheri Gordon05/29/08
Congratulations on your EC. Wow, what a tear-jerker. Excellent writing. You captured the emotions perfectly.
Sharlyn Guthrie05/29/08
Congratulations on your EC! Greeat job on this touching story.
Jason Swiney05/31/08
Wonderful writing. Solid from start to finish and definitely packed with emotion. A well deserved EC.