It's been three exhausting days since he left. Three days full of pain, sorrow and postponement for a week. I walked to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to find three cans of BudLite and a carton of old Mushu pork. I watched the Chinese characters rotate countless times while my pitiful dinner was reheated in the microwave, and returned to the dark green couch with my meal in hand. The Pacers were down by twenty in the fourth quarter, and I couldn't stand to watch any more. I threw the remote at the bright screen and everything suddenly went dark. The only light in the house came from the flashing red light on the answering machine. Three messages from colleagues and one from my boss asking about my absence from the factory. It was only 9:30, but I decided to go to bed early because the television was broken. The hours passed slowly and my pillow muffled the faint sound of crying. Three hours passed before I finally fell asleep, and the morning light came sooner than I would have liked. I forced myself to take a shower and put on my work uniform so I could return to my job at the factory. As I opened the rusty door of my brown pickup, I noticed a yellow sweater that Sarah had left in the passenger seat. Rather than discard the item of clothing, I decided to walk the two miles to the waste management facility. The cool fall breeze passed through my hair and I noticed a dog to my left. I had driven past this same blue house every morning on my way to work, but this time the house seemed different and I stopped to take in my surroundings. I focused my attention on the brown dog pacing along his kennel fence and looked unsuccessfully for a weak spot in the chain link fence. The dog was trapped with... middle of paper ...... y from the main library and I parked my truck in an empty parking lot across the street. I spent the night waiting outside her building and saw her emerge in a blue hoodie around 6:30 the next morning. She was wearing headphones when I approached her in the parking lot and quickly explained to her that my dog ​​was sick and I needed her help. My voice shook because I realized my months of planning were coming to an end, and she followed me to my brown truck. Once she was in the passenger seat, I blindfolded her and strapped her in. She struggled on the seat, but she couldn't free herself from the ropes. I rushed her home and dumped her in the recently completed shed. I could barely control the rush of joy that washed over me after realizing that my brilliant plan was finally complete and my months of pain and loneliness were over forever..