I hadn’t understood, and she wasn’t willing to explain.
It was then that Sookie had slinked out from behind the sofa and looked at me with that awful, superior gaze that all cats seem to have. I braved the noise and the lights to check that they were okay, then headed back in to my basket to have a think about what was happening – and how I could fix it. Jack and Claire were both still outside, watching the fireworks from the nearby school field. It was only after her sobs had subsided and I was sure that she was asleep that I risked jumping down to check on the others. And I didn’t like it one bit.Īfter Jim had left, I’d curled up beside Amy as she cried herself to sleep on the bed. This wasn’t like when he went out to work and I missed him, or even when they all went on holiday and left me at the kennels. Sometimes, I think maybe she didn’t understand what was going on any better than I did.Īll I knew for sure was that Jim left that night, and he hasn’t really been back much since. (I remembered the date clearly, because it all happened in amongst the bangs and the flashes.) I was hiding under the chair in Jim and Amy’s bedroom (like any sane creature would be on Bonfire Night) so I saw Jim shoving clothes and things into his bag. That is, until Bonfire Night, five weeks ago. I don’t, generally.) Jim, Amy, Jack, Claire and Me: Henry. The Walkers.Įver since I arrived here as a puppy, it had always been the five of us. Just that, really, without us dogs, I don’t know what would happen to them. Oh, I’m not saying that they’re not worth it. The thing about humans is, they take an awful lot of looking after.
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