Under the rain
#4 of Trip to Canada
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Under the rain
The little pup had left home. He was not looking good right now with the rain soaking his clothes. His black hair was nothing more than floating oil on his head, his silver fur had darkened to a dark gray and his blue eyes were nothing but rain at the moment. He was wearing some overalls that had known better days, the kid printings on it being torn off by wear and tear. Over this he had a sweat-shirt with Paw Patrol that was now soaked, the Paddington raincoat he was wearing was dripping all over his little canine body.
Loupy was carrying a small backpack shaped like a panda, filled with a dog plushie named Buddle, some snacks he stole, an empty baby bottle and some clothes he had sneaked up out of what was supposed to be his bedroom. He had left it during the night, taking whatever little he owned without looking bad, despite his young age and the heavy rain.
The young pup had been an orphan moving from houses to houses, having left uncaring and abusing parents at a young age. Nobody wanted of a bedwetting nightmare-ridden pup and he never settled anywhere really. He was thrown out whenever his problems became too much for those who took him in. Lots of parents he had seen, lots of pain he had. It just added to his social difficulties.
Finally, he thought he had found a home, but not at first. It was an odd place, lots of cubs running around, coming and going. It looked more the orphanage he came from than any real house with all those cubs around. It made the wolf feel uneasy, forgotten, one among a mass of hundred. Who could remember his name among all those cubs, all cuter than the other and with less mental scars than he had ? Who would notice him, outside for his constant problems? He didn't wanted pity. The little pup wanted love.
He was never the best at anything. He had imagination, but no art skills. He was helpful, but clumsy. He was kind, but shy. He was mostly a tapestry among all those colorful kids. But someone made him feel special. Not always, not all the time, but she made him feel hopeful, that things could get better. She listened to him, even if Loupy felt all he had to say was stupid. She hugged him and didn't mind his accidents.
Fiona made the world a better place and when she offered to be his mommy, Loupy thought he could have a place in it. Life was still confusing with so many pups, cubs, kits and others things around, but Loupy connected with Fiona. Both shared to have been thrown around like rag dolls for years without a real place to call their own, feeling always out of place. The young wolf was finally finding an anchor to build upon it.
But things change and things goes crumbling down quickly. Fiona found a family of her own, something she had been longing for as much and as long as Loupy did. She had her happy place in the sun and was building herself a new life. The young pup learned about it after a while and he was left with trying to find himself a place in something that had been built without him. How could he fit in ? It was new uncharted waters but everyone but him knew the others and supported each other.
So the pup and this family tried to discover each other. The wolf did his best to learn about them, understand them, try to make them appreciate him. But he was not like them, he would never be. He didn't shared most of their interests, nor could he really get to know them. He was the odd one, the fifth wheel, and so many things were going on that he was never let on. His own problems were still here but how could he shares them really with them ? He tried to share his troubles with them, to find support with them. But the gap between them just grew as he did. He was not one of them.
So the young kid threw his diapers away, picked up one plushie and whatever boy clothes he could find, abandoning the sillyness of being a girl Fiona loved him to be, and left. The rain goes down his eyes and every bit of him is utterly soaked as he sits on this bench near the bus stop. To go where ? He left his baby stuff to Fiona. He has little use of them anyway, and she has more uses for it with her new family that he would. The bus will not be there for hours.
He sees Fiona, soaked too, searching for him in the night. Their gazes cross. Loupy could go to the other side of the road, join her. Trying to mend what was once happiness to him. But that boat has sailed now. Her life is with others now and she should try to forget the wolf and be happy where she is. The older dog looks at the wolf. She could cross and pick him up. She could try to sew together two different halves. By the morning they will not be a wolf pup here. Did she cross ?