Freezing To Death Might Be Easier

Patrasche loved being a rescue dog in his youth husky with one blue eye, one brown eye and a curled tail his reputation was solid; he could track an owl’s beak older now, he felt the frost and ice in his bones tonight His master had asked him to track Nello, a young boy It would have been truly easy most nights, but this was not most nights Antwerp was covered with frost and ice Patrasche’s paws kept flailing out, he was skating on this stuff It was past midnight now. The town was dark, even with the snow Tavern signs were creaking with age, Patrasche could relate Come on, boy, I know we are close. This was Paul, his owner. Patrasche’s knees were arthritic, he was older and tired. He thought this might be his last rescue. If we find Nello, all will be well, he told himself. His knees did not believe him. Freezing to death might be easier tonight. Patrasche had heard that freezing was a sweet death.