“What happened Tiger-dog??”
“Food…” She said weakly, “I need food…”
I offered her kibble.
“No,” Tiger-dog moaned, “Real food…”
I offered her dog treats. Nope.
I offered roasted chicken, leftover from last night’s meal. Nope.
“A cookie.” She whispered; it was all she could manage on her last breath of life.
I put my hands on my hips, “You ate the last cookie this morning.”
“Oh?” She looked a little surprised. “That chicken then, if it’s warmed up…”