I wanted desperately to tell him that his son had passed away. Yet, in the heat of my anger, the words lodged in my throat, refusing to come out. Deep inside, regret gnawed at me, realizing the immense mistake I had made in marrying someone like him.
The dog was going to die anyway and I didn't want to waste time explaining, so I turned and walked away.
Just as I took a few steps, someone suddenly shouted in a shrill voice, “There's something wrong with the dog!”
The dying dog was foaming at the mouth, his limbs were all twitching uncontrollably. He was thrashing around, hitting his body to the walls. The onlookers were horrified. “This dog really must have rabies.”
Eileen collapsed, broke free from Dale's grasp and ran towards the dog, crying uncontrollably.
“Shut the fuck up! There’s no way my baby has rabies. It definitely because this damn woman kicked him so hard in the head!”
She distanced herself from her beloved pet. She was surely too afraid to approach the dog, seeing how crazy it was.