Our Place

Life had not been the easiest for Silent, but she was more glass half-full than half-empty. She had no recollection of whom her parents were, nor did she know of any other family. She did not have a permanent home, only temporary safe places to rest her eyes and paws. She was on her own with no one to consider a companion. Yet, Silent had a lot to be grateful for and that was what kept her going.

As she stood in front of Bronze while he admitted his own thoughts and feelings, she listened with an open mind and eager ears. Bronze was one whom did not speak much, but when he did, his words were filled with meaning. She had learned that as they had gotten older and appreciated it more with each encounter. When he voiced that he felt restless, her ears slightly perked a bit more. “Oh?” She asked, curiosity painted across her gentle features.

Before she could ask more, Bronze drove through with his explanation for why he spoke of being restless. That there was something more out there for him, a thought she had not considered, made Silent see him in a more grown light. His uncomfortable face caused Silent to keep smiling, even giving a soft laugh. “There is nothing wrong with admitting how you feel, Bronze.” She took a couple of steps forward, almost breaking his personal bubble, but only just. “I appreciate you more when you tell me what’s on your mind.”

A brief silence came between them, before Silent said, “I also believe that there is something more for you out there - for me, too, even if I wasn’t the first to say it.” A confession made by one who rarely had the opportunity to voice her opinion to another. For silent, it truly felt good.