Loyal to the End
By
Nicholas Ivan Ladendorf
He is in the middle of chasing rabbits when the crash and then THUD from
the kitchen wakes him. Max considers returning to his rabbit hunting but begrudgingly
rises to investigate.
Still sleepy after getting up, he yawns, stretches, and does a shake as he
does after a bath or swim. More awake now, he meanders into the kitchen.
He finds his master in a puddle of already cooling blood. Max’s heart breaks
and the sorrow is enough to make him be a bad boy all over the floor instead
of outside. Whining and trembling Max begins randomly darting his snout to
points around the room and sniffing to help come to some understanding of
what has happened. The investigating also sooths him. A small hole in the
wall, it smells like both eggs and a burning smell. It smells like the night
that comes every summer when the sky fills with sound and light but no rain.
He scratches at the hole and a claw slides into it for a second as the others
are raked past. He sniffs around for the source but only finds broken glass
at the foot of the paned doors he often stares through. Someone was here to
put the hole in the wall. But no one has been here today other than master.
Max can be sure of that, he’s good at sniffing.
He looks and sniffs around again, unsure what else to do. He finds that master
has also made a puddle. This gives Max hope that master is still alive. Max
licks his master’s hand. The hope was false.
He hears a slight whistling from the place he likes to look out from. Fresh
air comes in from a small hole above the broken glass. He doesn’t understand
what happened but he does understand that the only way to find out is to be
outside. He uses the little flapped door master made for him when he was a
pup. Max wags his tail as he recalls master calling him from outside, and
puppy Max pawed at the flap to test it. After a dozen or so more uncertain
wags of his little tail, puppy Max pushed his nose through into the backyard
and to master telling him what a good boy he was. Who would tell him now?
Max sniffs around the backyard, momentarily distracted by bunny trails. When
ever master’s mate, Daisy, would see him do this she would kneel down and
say in the voice she saves for him and human puppies “We don’t chase the bunnies,
we don’t, because they are cute like you are. Yes you are a cutie Max.”
He has no idea what any of it means but he liked the way she would scratch
his muzzle when saying it.
Max found many traces of bunny activity, but nothing else. Perplexed, Max
sits with head cocked until the wind shifts. Riding down on the breeze from
the hill beyond the fence is the bad smell. He doesn’t know how it killed
master from way up there but he begins to bark in the direction of the smell.
He doesn’t know how close it is so he just barks and runs back and forth along
the fence. He shows his teeth and jumps at the fence. He acts as vicious and
sure as he can.
He stops when he hears a sharp noise. Faint under all the barking. A car door
maybe. Off a way, but from the direction of the smell. Cars don’t go up there
that often. People don’t go up there often. Those are the woods where master
would sometimes let Max run free to terrorize bunnies.
Max is calmer now, panting. Thinking. Notices in the excitement he tore down
clothes hanging in the air. He also knocked over an empty garbage can. This
one is big and the sides are flat. It isn’t near the back fence so he can’t
go in the direction of the smell- only into the neighbor’s yard.
Max springs off the garbage can and scrambles over the fence. He lands on
the right side of his face and shoulder but is unphased. Max rushes to the
back fence whining with anticipation. The whining becomes deep in frustration
as Max gets to the looked gate. He barks at the gate to open. It doesn’t work,
but it was worth a shot. He’s stuck on this side of the fence. He can’t get
back into his own yard. Max is panicky as he paws at the locked gate. If he
can’t get into his own yard he can’t go in the flapped door. If he can’t go
in the flapped door he can’t get to his food and water dish. Not that there’s
anyone to put food in it anymore. Max then realizes the front gate is wide
open.
He’ll have to run to the end of the street to get behind the house but Max
is fast. Even though it takes him very little time to round the block, once
he’s there he’s forgotten what he was looking for. A breeze reminds him.
The bad smell that is both something like eggs and something like burning
is weaker now. Maybe it’s getting away. Max hurries closer and closer until
he is there.
His nose bumps into it. It’s a small thing. It’s hollow, the inside reeking
of the bad smell. Awful. He barks at it, but it seems to be dead. He sniffs
around out of instinct, lack of other activity, and to clear his snout of
the awful smell.
He picks up a scent. A man’s scent. It didn’t occur to him that a man could
have put the small thing up to killing master but he followed the scent anyway.
Tracking makes him forget about his empty food dish and the body sprawled
beside it. If he would have crossed bunny tracks first he might be off tracking
them instead. The human tracks lead him to car tracks. In his subconscious
Max recalls hearing a car start from within the backyard.
The groves and the distinguishable scent of the car’s tires fade away once
Max reaches the paved road. But Max only started with following them, he has
since become more interested in following the blood of the car. Max pictures
the car limping in his mind. The image wasn’t clear but is enough for him
to make the correlation between the leak and the car’s ailment.
It got harder and harder to track the blood. Max came across a very similar
smelling blood that was almost as fresh. The space between drops were farther
and farther apart. The smell of it changed. Now it smelled like burning. Not
like the bad smell that from the thing that killed master, but both smelling
like burning.
He did smell the burning/egg smell when he found the car dead on the side
of the road. The smell came from the trunk. He barked and growled but it produced
no results. Sometimes a bunny will hide by sitting real still, a few barks
in the right general direction has gotten Max his fair share of bunny chases.
But whatever made the bad smell didn’t move no matter how ferocious Max became.
Was it another dropping? Was it even alive? Was it like a possum, alive but
good at acting dead? Max circled the car for a better vantage or better yet
a way inside. At the front of the car Max found a large puddle of the cars
odd blood. But fresher smelling than what was coming out of the wound under
the car.
In the fresh puddle were an empty bottle and foot prints, the same size as
the ones near the house... Max followed them until he couldn’t. Tracking the
car was easy because it was out of town where there were fewer alternative
paths. But here everything is as segmented as the bathroom floor. There are
just too many interesting smells from all the human traffic. Plus there are
animal smells too. Some Max knows like dogs, cats, squirrels and even bunnies.
But there are other smells that he hasn’t come across yet. With so many distractions
it was difficult to track, once the man crossed the small stream it became
impossible. The car blood scent washed completely off.
Max drinks from the metal object that feeds the stream. There are bits of
rust on the edges of the stream and grass growing under it. The metal thing
doesn’t feed the stream everyday, just today, just to make things more difficult.
Max drinks for a while. He has worked up more of a thirst today than ever
felt in his life. This is in part because master has always been there with
water before. But also because he’s never ran this much before. Chasing a
wounded car is exhausting, Max doesn’t think he could have gotten this far
if the car were healthy.
His tail lowers a bit as he realizes it wasn’t the car that he lost, but the
man that was inside. On some level Max now understands that the man is somehow
responsible for what happened to master. Or perhaps it’s just that Max realizes
that the man is all he has left.
He sets off for the man again. Not sure what to look for, he turns his snout
up from the sidewalk to analyze the air. He doesn’t smell anything that will
help him find the man but he heads upwind anyway- because he does smell food.
The food smells good. Lots of meat smells. Foods that pop with oil when master
would make them. The food smells combination seems familiar beyond the single
thing at a time master might make. As he got closer Max could hear something
that tickled his subconscious. Familiar like the smells. Familiar in the same
way. Max quickened his pace as he recognized one of the sounds. Even faster
once hearing the voice clearly, not because he could understand the words
but because of the tone
“Leon you better get out of here, my manager called the cops.” Max couldn’t
help but wag his tail at the sound of master’s mate.
“Daisy I just wanted to tell you that I can accept that you have a boyfriend,
but I’ll still be there for you- As a friend- if you need me. I know you should
be just another waitress to me and that it’s your job to be nice but I still
appreciate it and want you to know that I’ll be there for you.”
“Don’t be!” The door slams just as Max finds the voices on the side of the
building with all the garbage. Max sits next to the strange man and whines
at the door. The strange man pats Max on the head “She’s locked us out fella.
But don’t worry she’ll come back when she realizes she doesn’t got anyone
else.” Max smells the egg/burning on the man’s hand just as the man jumps
back startled, “You!?”
The man backs away, Max growls then barks a few times, scaring the man into
stumbling and falling backwards. Max leaps onto him sinking his teeth into
the man’s hand. Bite, bite again and when Max has a good grip shake. Shake,
shake all the strength out of the limb. The man screams and screams. Two men
show up and they start yelling. Max ignores them, he’s busy snapping, biting
and tearing.
Suddenly Max is flying sideways. Max is on his side bleeding. Max smells more
of that egg/burning from inside himself. Max hears the door open and someone
says “No it was a dog, but Leon got bit up pretty bad.”
He hears daisy start with a question “A dog bit- Oh my god Max!” she runs
out and holds him. Max licks her hand as she sobs asking “Max what were you
even doing here?” though he isn’t capable of answering or even understanding
the question.
“Step back ma’am he may be rabid” even Max can tell her words are misspoken
through the tears “He isn’t rabid you idiot, I know him…”
Her voice fades and she fades. Everything fades even the pain.