Aunt Daisy’s Funeral
By Terry O’Reilly
“Yeah, okay, well thanks for letting me know. Call me when you’ve made the arrangements. Bye, Jack.”
Danny Foley hung up the phone. Leaning forward, he put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Trixie, his black and white fox terrier came and sat in front of him. She c****d her head to one side and whined.
Danny raised his head, smiled, and let out a sigh. “You always know when I’m upset, don’t ya, girl?”
He sat up and patted his lap. Trixie jumped up on him and licked his nose.
“Aunt Daisy’s gone,” he told her, his eyes filling with tears.
The little dog whined again, as if she understood. She licked his face once more. Trixie settled on Danny’s lap, leaned against him, and rested her head on his arm. The dog’s presence made Dann
