Every time she crossed the foot bridge to the barn, she
heard it- the quiet padding of feet behind her.
For over a decade, Hercules had been her shadow, from the
moment he could toddle he was following her.
If she looked out the house window, he was there.
When she looked up from chores at the barn, he was there.
Quiet and calm with his soft kind brown eyes, he was
always there.
The day he died, she was undone.
How would she go about her days without him?
The answer came every time she crossed the foot bridge.
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