It was a cold day. I remember seeing the frost on my windows. I dressed warmly. It was a dirty job, but it had to be done. I mentally prepared myself over a cup of coffee. Got in the car and started the long, tedious drive.
She was cold. Her body had gone rigid and it wasn’t easy to transport. I started sweating in my warm hoodie. As I dropped her in the freshly dug hole, my breath made little clouds that seemed to instantly freeze.
My dog died on December 18th, 2001. And winter brings her memory back to me.
This short story was written for the 100 Word Challenge for grown-ups week #63. The prompt was ‘…and winter brings…’.