'Eskies'

It was like the time when I was sobbing and breathing in too hard to talk that the only words which managed to escape me were either broken or fragmented but my mother, she understood and she held my hand, and placed her other hand on my shoulder as we both watched Misty breathing her last, convulsing and frothing, vomit and spittle slowly mixing and covering the black and oily garage floor which was cold against my bare feet and the only thing I could do was watch, watch her and cry and when that was over, years later, when I couldn't find Tobby, the neglected one next to the wooden box which housed the gas tank where he usually was one day after school and asked mother where he was she said that he was getting too old so they had to take him to a clinic and put him to sleep as if it was the most common thing to happen to any child and within minutes when it dawned on me that I wasn't able to see him again I cried my eyes out anyway, even though I didn't love Tobby as much as I did Misty and I told myself that I will never forget them, never forget them if I could.