I screamed in fright, but Mom didn’t react at all.
I tried to take the stuffed toy on the bed and the glass of water on the nightstand. However, I couldn’t touch either of them.
There was no helping it. So, I lay back down meekly beside Mom. It was good to just silently keep her company as well.
Wasn’t Mom hungry, though? She kept lying there. She hadn’t even had a sip of water.
I began to miss the nutritious meals that Mom had made for me. She would always make the food I liked to eat and make sure I was full.
Dad used to like her cooking too. He once said that Mom was the best cook among the werewolves in the Moonflash pack.
However, after that, he said that the raw meat spreads that Judy made were 100 times better than Mom’s home-cooked meals.
I didn’t like raw meat, and I was allergic to it. The dishes that Mom made were my favorite.
But now I was dead. Did that mean I would never get to eat her cooking ever again?
I counted on my fingers to see how much time had passed. When the third day came, Mom finally got out of bed.
She picked up her phone. The chat window between her and Dad was filled with the messages that she had sent to him three days ago. He hadn’t replied to any of them.
I was dead, and Mom had been grieving alone for days. However, Dad hadn’t even called her.
Were the fathers of other pups like this too?
But Dad hadn’t been like that. He and Mom had always had endless topics to talk about, and no matter how late it was, he would always come home. He used to call her every single day.
He would even take me hunting and to the theme park for fun.
However, after meeting Judy, Dad called less and less often. Mom once brought me to see him, but he scolded her. “Don’t you have anything of your own to do? Can’t you be independent and strong like Judy? Don’t keep coming to see me! Judy’s right, women with pups are so fussy…”
After that day, Mom never tried to visit Dad again.
