because i’m being sentimental at 12 in the morning.
it was night time, and dogs were barking all around. usually, she’d be content with looking through the glass windows, wishing she could own one of those fur balls. but this time was different. her father pulled her towards the shops, telling her about seeing a golden retriever somewhere.
after being pushed inside one of the pet shops, she saw the cage with six puppies running around. she’s never seen so many golden retriever puppies before - only in pictures, and she’s so overwhelmed with all of this happening. she’s getting a dog.
one of the puppies catches her eye. he wasn’t like his brothers and sisters. he was in fact, the noisy one among the six of them. and while his siblings had a light colored fur, his was a rich gold in color.
“that one,” she tells the shop keeper. he picks up the little pup and places him in her arms. she held the puppy like a baby and she felt like he was the most adorable dog in the world.
but contrary to her previous plan, he doesn’t look like a gladstone. john or watson was out of the question, because it didn’t feel right. then she knew the perfect name.
“i’ll name you sherlock.”
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“sherlock, no, don’t lick the shampoo!”
it was one of those days when it was really hot, and it was time to give sherlock a bath. this would usually result in eventually getting soaked as well because - “ack, sherlock no! wait for me to finish before you start shaking!”
as she scrubbed his fur, her fear of getting scratched at no longer present, she tries to get every inch of him clean. in her concentration, she gets an appreciative lick on the cheek. she laughs and scratches the back of his ear.
“yeah, sherlock, i know. you’re welcome. now let me finish giving you a bath.”
——-
it was late when she got home. it wasn’t her fault her duty ended at eight in the evening. it wasn’t her fault she only got home at ten. sighing, she made her way in the house.
a sound indicated that sherlock looked up from where he was lying. he looked up expectantly at her, and she gave him a sad smile. she ruffled his fur and scratched him under the chin.
“hey sherlock. ready for tomorrow?”
he continued to stare up at her.
“yeah. me neither.”
she kissed him at the top of his head and bopped his nose lightly.
“i love you sherlock. i’ll miss you a lot. but hey, at least you’ll be living a better life there. and besides, i can probably visit you if they’d let me.”
she sighed again, and gave him that sad smile before she went inside.
“good night sherlock.”
i’ll sure miss seeing sherlock everyday. but i’m sure it’ll be for the better. :D
-me and sherlock when we first got him and when he turned a year older.
crying in front of the screen.
