Tears

I'm not sure if its the rain or the tears that impair my vision, so I sit in the dreary parking lot, afraid to drive home. What will I tell the kids?

They'll be back from school soon. With homework and video games, it'll be dinner time before they notice he's gone. Then what should I tell them? I can say he left. Will they believe that?

Or, should I feign ignorance and claim I don't know? They might see through my acting.

What can I tell them?

Everything was fine at breakfast. He played with them and they kissed him goodbye before leaving for school. He saw me to the door and I said goodbye when I left for work.

When I came home at lunch, he was unconscious on the kitchen floor, barely breathing. I rushed him to the hospital. The doctor said he was poisoned, something he ate.

Now, I sit outside the clinic, the engine throbbing, radio droning and the rain falling. How do I tell the kids I killed him?

And, where the hell do you bury a 70-pound black lab?