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familiarly.
    I braced myself for my next question but it needed answering. “Doc can you give me a list of everyone who did come in with me?”
“You up for this?”
    I nodded in ascension, but my heart said abso-fucking-lutely not.
    “ There was your wife, her mother…” He hesitated. I almost shit myself in panic. “Then your older son Justin who I have on antibiotics, he was in rough shape, some sort of low grade fever was running rampant through his body. I went in…”
    “ DOC!”
    “ Sorry, umm okay, and then your younger son, Travis, I believe is his name. This mean tempered giant.”
    “ BT” I answered. He looked at me inquiringly. “Big Tiny or Bad Tempered, take your pick.”
    “ And then of course Tommy.”
    He stopped. As heart struck as I was that my family had survived, I was still desolate. We had suffered two devastating losses. I turned from the Doctor not willing to cry in front of him. He respectfully walked away. Porkchop, however did not.
    “ Hey mister what’s the matter?” He asked, as chicken still spewed forth from him. I could feel the bits as they clung desperately to my previously fever streaked face. “Why you crying? Do you want some chicken?”
    “ Porkchop let him be.” His dad called from across the room.
    “ I’ll get you some chicken.” He stage whispered to me.
    A few minutes had passed and the depth of my mourning had somehow deepened. A bottomless chasm of despair, I gained momentum as I sank deeper and deeper.
    Porkchop came back, ruddy with exertion. “I would have been here sooner, but Buddha knocked me down and then Henry took the piece of chicken I had got for you so I had to go back and get another piece.”
    A brilliant beam of light pierced the darkness. I wouldn’t believe it, not just yet. False hope is worse than no hope at all. I looked piercingly at Porkchop. My red-rimmed eyes making me look a little more unstable than usual. “Who’s Henry? Porkchop.”
    “ He’s Buddha’s newest best friend.” Porkchop answered back innocently.
    “ What is it with you and your dad? Why do you guys keep circumventing answers?”
    “ Huh?” Porkchop answered as he tilted his head.
    “ Dad, I think this guy needs some more medicine or something.” He said as he absently took a bite of the chicken that he had promised for me.
    I wanted to grab the boy’s shoulder and shake the answer out of him, but it became unnecessary as a large brown bundle of fat and slobber walked through the door, most likely after the piece of chicken that got away. I bawled like I was 3 and my favorite balloon had loosed from my wrist and was now halfway to the stars.
    “ See dad. I told you he needed more medicine.” as he took another bite.
    Henry didn’t hesitate. He somehow launched himself onto my bed, the pain as he stirred my injury was nothing in comparison to the relief that flooded through me as he licked my face. Now I’m not ignorant, I know a large part of the licking had to do with Porkchop’s chicken, but not all of it. His stubby tail spoke volumes as it shuffled from side to side. Within moments a brindle colored bulldog of roughly the same size of Henry sauntered in.
    “ That’s Buddha.” Porkchop filled in.
    Buddha looked to his partner in crime. I watched as the dog looked at the floor and then at the bed trying to figure out how Henry had got that high. He also smelled the chicken. His great head swiveled towards Porkchop.
    “ Dad?!” Porkchop yelled, looking for backup.
    “ Both you mutts out of here.” The Doc ordered them.
    True to their breed, neither moved. Oh it wasn’t that they didn’t understand. They just weren’t given the proper motivation. The Doc reached into a drawer he had filled with biscuits just for these occasions. Both dogs were ‘rewarded’ with a cookie for doing what they had been asked to do, leave the room. A tear fell from my eye as I watched his ass waddle out. A quick smile came to my lips as I wondered if we had the