I think I finally understand. I struggle free once more and put a paw on Tom's chest. I whine and lay down in front of the coffin, suddenly losing the urge to do anything. I don't eat for days. The family starts getting worried and they take me to the vet. The doctor says that I have lost my will to live. Maybe that's true. Maybe that's what is wrong with me, but I don't care. I just want Tom back, but that won't happen. The funeral is long and I just sit by the cold coffin the whole time.
I lick his face some more. He doesn't wake up and smile today. What's wrong with my human? Jack pulls me off of Tom.
-"Tom isn't going to wake up, boy." My fur becomes wet with Jack's tears as he buries his face in my coat. I struggle out of Jack's arms and jump onto Tom's chest. I lie down and wait for Tom's eyes to open and smile at me.
-"No, boy! You don't understand! He's dead!" This time, it's Molly, Tom's sister. "He's not coming back!" She crumples to the floor, still holding me and hugging me close.
Do you know when he's coming home?! I prance around the house for a few hours, then settle down. The humans don't want to play and my human, Tom, hasn't been home for a while. I sit at the door, always waiting for the handle to turn. The human, Jack, picks me up and carries me to the car. The car seems more dreary than usual. I think it's because all the humans are wearing black, but everything is black and white to me, so how should I know. We arrive and they take me inside. Oooh! There's my human!