time goes on [juniper]

[Morrison]

As the tropical storm started to fade, so did Morrison's adrenaline and the constant fight for his life. The canine had already lived a life full of wonder and danger, but in his retirement, he did not want to experience the second part once again. Unfortunately, a conundrum had to come up. Caught by surprise by the waves, the finned captain fell below the water and had no time to breathe in one last breath before his body switched to aquatic mode. As a result, he had a hard time navigating the ocean floods. Gills were caught up in compensating for his lack of oxygen and his body had slowed down, unable to barely move in his old age. In truth, it was embarrassing. Morrison hardly could save a soul.

Now the canine sat on a rock above the water near the lighthouse, catching his breath. Through huffs and heaves, he lowered his head into his paws and laid down onto the cold, damp stone below. Golden eyes closed in defeat. In a moment of disappointment, he let out a low snort. 'Pitiful, you old bat,' he thought to himself. Old age was beginning to catch up and he was starting to see that time was his enemy, something he had always thought was infinite. Maybe it was time to start making arrangements.

His head ran as he sat still in the cold rain. Morrison had loved many souls, but never stuck to one. Not even family. They always faded out of his view, becoming inconsistent side characters to his life that connected to his past. The elderly dog cackled into his paws and sighed. There was no time left to do any of that, was there?