Buddy scampered and cavorted about the freshly-mown grass of the dog park, behaving as if every day were filled with endless sunshine and unbridled enthusiasm.
He had not been a dog for very long now but, with each passing day, the memories of a time when he had been something…someone very different faded just a little bit more.
Now, he barely remembered the needles and the nurses, the sickness and the sadness, the weakness and the worry. He no longer recalled exactly what had been wrong with the tired, pain-wracked and hope-bereft little boy he had once been.
It was sufficient unto the day that he was now strong and vibrant, filled with potential and promise and destined to live the long and happy life he had been so unfairly denied before.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction writing prompt: freedom.