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The day had started just as all days do. He woke up and stretched his paws in front of him.
The sun spilled in slowly through the curtains, and Harry had already woken up.
Harry was Watermelon's Dad. He was a very nice man who wore silly polka dots and sang songs.
Watermelon loved Harry.
Watermelon used to wake up before Harry, back before his body had started slowing down and his joints started aching.
Now he had to stumble around the house until he found him- usually preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Breakfast was one of Watermelon’s favourite meals of the day, along with lunch and dinner.
Today was especially lovely, because Harry cooed at him as soon as he walked in.
“Melon,” Harry said, kneeling down to ruffle Watermelon's fur and hug him. He’d been doing that a lot this week.
“Do you want some eggs, buddy?” Harry asked, as if he had to ask.
Watermelon loved human food- it was delicious. He hadn’t been able to stomach any of his own prepackaged kibble these days.
He wagged his tail and lapped up the egg from Harry’s hand.
The day only got better from there.
Harry took him on a walk (in the stroller he’d bought once Melon started refusing the leash).
Watermelon got out and chased the ducks for a very short while before panting heavily and limping back to Harry.
“Alright, Melon,” Harry said, smiling. Watermelon could smell sadness on him and he didn’t like it. “It’s time to go.”
Melon had expected to be driven back home for another relaxing night at Harry’s feet. Maybe they would watch a sitcom or a hallmark while Harry wrote more songs.
Harry passed up the road to their house.
Watermelon’s vision wasn’t what it used to be, but he knew his way home from the park.
Harry kept driving.
Harry took him into the vet’s office. A place that he’d been more often lately.
Watermelon wasn’t a fan but he didn’t put up a fuss.
“Here Melon, do you want a chocolate,” Harry said, sniffing and unwrapping a little candy.
Chocolate was bad for dogs, and Harry always scolded him if he ate any before.
Maybe this was a new kind of chocolate- human’s were always coming up with funny stuff like that.
It tasted good, velvety on his tongue and he licked Harry’s hand in appreciation.
Harry smiled at him and lifted him up into his lap. He hugged him for the entire wait. Petting him gently and telling him how much he loved him.
Has Watermelon mentioned how much he loves Harry?
The doctor and Harry talked for a while. The doctor sneak attacked him with a shot, managing to stick him in the neck while he was distracted by Harry’s face.
It was that time of year again already? Watermelon could have sworn he’d already been vaccinated.
The world started to fuzz around the edges and he felt himself grow very tired.
Harry was crying, he noticed through the fog. Well, perhaps a nap might make Harry feel better?
Yes, Harry loves napping with Watermelon.. maybe he would just rest his-