Some things can't be forgiven

Sirius had led a long, rich life. He'd been feeling his age for a while in the aching of his muscles and stiffness of his body. But lately another factor of age had slowly been creeping upon him. The many memories that crowded his brain had startled to jumble and slip. Some memories were hard to grab at one time, and at another seemed as relevant as if they'd happened yesterday. The marks of age were not enjoyable, so when he woke to a sudden feel of lightness in a land of mist, he wondered If death had claimed him.

He got slowly to his paws, and found the motion more fluid, as easy as it had been in his youth. That seemed to him another sign that this was not reality. A dream? Or death?

“Zee?” He called out, voice soft, not quite daring to hope. Too long he had waited to join her.