For Sweetie

I won't post my last photos of Sweetie; they were taken for the Humane Society. She lived in a fenced-off cement lanai about the size of the box I'm writing in now. This morning, when Lilith and I approached her enclosure, we saw an empty plastic igloo (her residence), a damp cushion half-way into her open door, the yellow plastic bone she never played with (why would she?), a smallish shit stain, no water or food dish, a hose. Her filthy, faded red collar sat on top of the small door on the way out. Sweetie was gone.