Chapter 3

With a whimper Atlas sat before him, soft brown eyes gazing at him with the unconditional love only dogs seemed to possess.

“Tibbit?” The way Seamus spoke his name conveyed so much emotion, his concern, worry, and curiosity coming through.

And it made Tibbit feel even worse.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong, dear friend? What has brought you to this place in the dead of night?” There was a pause. “And why, pray tell, are you digging a rather sizable hole?”

The answers danced through his mind bringing his mood down even further, another tear slipping out. How was he supposed to explain the reason for his visit? Were there even words to capture the pain and sorrow currently working its way through his body? Finally, he looked up, tearing his gaze from the dog and letting it rest on Seamus. He certainly was quite a man, Seamus McCallum, if one could get passed the fact he was no longer amongst the living.