This is a fictional short story, in 170 words.
Something’s not right.
It feels different, wrong.
How do I tell them though?
Maybe if I eat a lot more, they will notice?
That didn’t work, so I will try drinking too much instead.
No good, they just gave me more to drink.
I know what to do. I will walk around in front of them, try to get more attention.
Didn’t help, they just gave me a toy.
Tomorrow, I am going to go home early. Just walk off in the direction of the house.
That seemed to work. Caused a bit of a fuss. Got more cuddles.
It’s still not right though, and I wish I knew what it was.
Panting hard got me noticed. That woke them up.
But not enough to do something about it.
Perhaps if I breathe really, really fast, they will do something.
Finally! And now I am in the car.
I can only hope they are taking me to get help.
Dedicated to Ollie, who cannot tell us when he feels ill.