{"id":70,"date":"2019-12-29T16:58:18","date_gmt":"2019-12-29T16:58:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/?page_id=70"},"modified":"2020-02-12T19:28:25","modified_gmt":"2020-02-12T19:28:25","slug":"waiting","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/waiting\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Jock spent the interminable days\nwalking up and down in his cell or laying on the uncomfortable bed provided in\nthe corner. There were two highlights to each day \u2013 food and fresh air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For a short time each day he was\nreleased from incarceration and allowed to feel the fresh breeze and the\nsunshine. He was never completely free, tethered as he was to the guard, but he\ngot to walk on the grass, enjoying the feel of it beneath his feet. In his\nprevious life he had enjoyed running at least once every day. His joints were\nseizing up with the lack of exercise. There were other inmates to greet on\nthese short trips outside, but they mostly kept to themselves, depressed and\ndownhearted as he was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Food provide a few minutes of\nsolace. It was the same mush every day but it filled his stomach and made him\nsleepy. In his sleep he could escape his confines and run freely with his\nfriends, or settle down comfortably on the sofa in front of the TV with family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He wondered how long he would be\nhere. He seemed to have been here for a very long time already but he dimly\nremembered an earlier period inside which had, eventually, come to an end. He\ncould remember the excitement of getting out and going home. Why had he ended\nup here again though? What had he done to deserve it? When would he escape?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He lay in his bed and listened to\nthe sounds around him. He could hear inmates shouting periodically. One, in\nparticular, could keep it up for ages. Jock didn\u2019t see the point in wasting his\nenergy. No one came no matter how much anyone shouted. Occasionally he heard\nother voices, sometimes raised in excitement, sometimes in anger. He drifted\noff to sleep listening to the voices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Another day of waiting had begun.\nIt felt like it was time to be going outside but no one came for him. He heard\nother inmates being taken out, could smell the outside when the external door\nwas opened. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He became aware of voices he\nrecognised. Could it be \u2026..?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThere he is! Jock, we\u2019re here!\u201d He\ncould hear and smell them before he could see them. It was his family! They\nhadn\u2019t forgotten him and left him here forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The cell door opened and Jock threw himself at his family, his tail wagging his whole body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"831\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-831x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-330\" srcset=\"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-831x1024.jpg 831w, https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-243x300.jpg 243w, https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-768x946.jpg 768w, https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-1247x1536.jpg 1247w, https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut-1662x2048.jpg 1662w, https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/bonso-cut.jpg 1882w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 831px) 100vw, 831px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jock spent the interminable days walking up and down in his cell or laying on the uncomfortable bed provided in the corner. 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