Change is Scary

She sits alone, her heart in her throat. She is curled in a ball in the corner of the dark room, her heart beating in her ears as she breaths in short pants. She hears nails scratch across the wooden floor.

It's coming for me, she thinks . It's going to get me.

She lets out a little whimper, barely a sound in the back of her throat, and sticks her thumb in her mouth so she doesn't make a sound. It moves closer still, barely a shadow on the floor.

She shrieks as the new puppy licks her face.