Post by NotSoPerfect on May 2, 2005 21:48:57 GMT -6
Lindsay stifled a sob. She clutched Robbie to her chest, rubbing his furry, brown little head with one hand and stroking his back with the other. "You are just so cute, I love you to death," she sighed. "I wish that there was a way to avoid this..." her sentence trailed off.
Peter sneezed. His bright orange hair and pale features made him noticable from any distance, and his piercing green eyes destroyed anything in their path. He shook his head in a feeble attempt to discard the mucus dripping from his orfices, but it was to little avail. He looked to Lindsay with pleading eyes, and proceeded to sneeze again.
She shook her head. What a misfortune! Peter had been part of the family for a good seven years, which gave him the obvious advantage of seniority over Robbie, who had seemed to sneak into the household in one moment of Lindsay's weakness. She was easily persuaded. Unfortunately, after only two months of the three of them living together, Peter began to feel irritable. His eyes became red and his nose often wet with some sort of slime. At first she dismissed the symtoms as a cold. After all, Robbie was so cute and playful with those big baby blues... But after two weeks, Peter's symtoms continued to persist. Though she often questioned him, he could not give her any answer. Finally she insisted that he see a doctor, and he grudgingly went along.
Peter was allergic to Robbie.
Peter was already seven and, since Lindsay had not had time to become attached to Robbie, she felt the only solution to the situation was to give Robbie to a shelter.
As they arrived at the brick building in the center of the city, Lindsay insisted to Peter that he remain in the car. She carefully removed Robbie from his seat and brought him inside.
As she took the pen to sign the adoption papers, the clerk at the desk put his hand in front of her. "Are you sure you want to give up your child now? He is nearly three months old."
She nodded, confident in her decision. "I'm sure that a decent family will take him up. There is just no room for him in ours. After all, I have another baby who is allergic to him."
The clerk was puzzled at her apathy.
Lindsay fastened her seatbelt. Peter promptly settled into her lap and began to purr. As she stroked his fur, he cleaned his whiskers.
"You were here first..."
Peter sneezed. His bright orange hair and pale features made him noticable from any distance, and his piercing green eyes destroyed anything in their path. He shook his head in a feeble attempt to discard the mucus dripping from his orfices, but it was to little avail. He looked to Lindsay with pleading eyes, and proceeded to sneeze again.
She shook her head. What a misfortune! Peter had been part of the family for a good seven years, which gave him the obvious advantage of seniority over Robbie, who had seemed to sneak into the household in one moment of Lindsay's weakness. She was easily persuaded. Unfortunately, after only two months of the three of them living together, Peter began to feel irritable. His eyes became red and his nose often wet with some sort of slime. At first she dismissed the symtoms as a cold. After all, Robbie was so cute and playful with those big baby blues... But after two weeks, Peter's symtoms continued to persist. Though she often questioned him, he could not give her any answer. Finally she insisted that he see a doctor, and he grudgingly went along.
Peter was allergic to Robbie.
Peter was already seven and, since Lindsay had not had time to become attached to Robbie, she felt the only solution to the situation was to give Robbie to a shelter.
As they arrived at the brick building in the center of the city, Lindsay insisted to Peter that he remain in the car. She carefully removed Robbie from his seat and brought him inside.
As she took the pen to sign the adoption papers, the clerk at the desk put his hand in front of her. "Are you sure you want to give up your child now? He is nearly three months old."
She nodded, confident in her decision. "I'm sure that a decent family will take him up. There is just no room for him in ours. After all, I have another baby who is allergic to him."
The clerk was puzzled at her apathy.
Lindsay fastened her seatbelt. Peter promptly settled into her lap and began to purr. As she stroked his fur, he cleaned his whiskers.
"You were here first..."
