Our pups are beautiful.
The day they came was like none other.
It was as if it were a sign, one given by deities I haven’t yet met by the request of the ones I had.
Humans, back then anyway, always told stories about the light held in each other’s eyes. Each color yielded another realm in a place called heaven. Ones that dated back well past any known time of their family’s lineage and yet the color would connect them all the more firmly. To this day I wonder what affect our gods and goddesses have on their beliefs, but the human’s eye colors varied in ways ours did not.
They were always earthy, natural, with a hint of emerald, but that was then, when Sylvia had ruined our past. Now? I look upon my pups as blank slates, their eye color genuinely the same as those said stones. I wonde
