Speak

Who would think there's any good in getting whacked by an SUV? Maybe good is the wrong word. It was a bad day. Didn't see it coming from my left until too late. Bounced off the front panel, but the angle saved me, it was a bump and graze. Could've been, well, you know. Got knocked out for awhile, don't know how long. It was night. I just layed there then I woke up. Felt okay, wobbly on all four, my head hurt. 

Didn't realize anything different until three days later. I was alone in the garage, taking a snooze. Woke up to the sound of talking, but I was still alone, and no one was outside. That's when I realized I could speak. The voice I heard was me, talking in my sleep. To test it, I tried to bark. "Hey!" A word pops out instead. After awhile, it was controllable, I had the choice. That was actually a relief because being a dog, and having no bark- you get it. So, I've had this new ability since my short dance with death, nearly three months. Before you ask, the answer is no one. No one knows I can speak. Why? 

Thought about it carefully for a long time. It's better this way, no one ever knows. Only you, my clever cat friend. 

I love my family so much. If they knew it would never end, and who wants that kind of attention? Let someone else go viral, right? Not me. This way, I can serve my family better, until our last day together in this world.