Erin couldn't sleep. She knew that Fritz was all right, but his brush with death made her realize that he isn't immortal. What would she and her mates do if they did lose Fritz? New Religion without Fritz would be like Texas A&M without Reveille or the universidade of Georgia without Uga. Of course, there are big differences. There have been several Reveilles and several Ugas. As far as Erin and her mates are concerned, there is only ONE Fritz, and that's how it will always be. Finally tired of tossing and turning, Erin got out of bed. She needed to get these feelings off her chest. She went to Paul's bedroom to talk with him. She gently tapped him on the shoulder and calmly asked, "Paul, are you awake?" He let out a muffled groan. "I am now." he murmured faintly. "What are you doing up?" She said, "I can't sleep, Paul." He asked, "Why? What's wrong, Erin?" She said, "I was just thinking about Fritz and what we would do if we did lose him." Paul said, "Erin, Dr. Wright said that Fritz is going to be fine. On topo, início of that, he's not going to die anytime soon. He's only five years old. Chinooks can live up to fifteen years." Erin said, "But Paul, death is not a respecter of age. You know what happened to our childhood best friends." He said, "Yeah." She then said, "When Fritz is well enough, we need to bring in a new dog. I know you talked about getting another dog after Nunavut passed in March." Paul said, "Yeah, but where are we going to find another Chinook? It's not that popular of a breed." Erin remarked, "Who said we had to get another Chinook?" He said, "We'll discuss this later. Try to get some sleep, all right?" She said, "All right." She went back to bed. The seguinte morning, the members of New Religion were awake, waiting for the call that Fritz could come home. They received the call, and Fritz was able to come home. The veterinary technician said that he had eaten and was feeling much better. When Erin, Paul, Carl, and Lola arrived at the veterinary clinic, Fritz was pulling on his leash. His leg was still a bit swollen, and he still wasn't putting weight on it, but his strength was back and he looked much better. On the way back home, Fritz periodically licked Erin's and Paul's faces. He then moved to the front to lick Lola's hand. After they arrived home, Carl got down on his knees, and Fritz licked Carl's face. The foursome relaxed on the couch, and Fritz proceeded to lie down at their feet and sleep.
Closing
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad you are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valente man, Carl. You're a Valente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad you are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valente man, Carl. You're a Valente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END
