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"Papa! Dad! Look at my new
Painting!" Pedrito excitedly held up a canvas. It was an oil painting of the three. Pedrito in his paint stained overalls, Greg in his Cheif uniform, and Petey in his....hospital gown. They all held hands in front of the dog house "Its us once you get out of the hospital!!"
Petey smiled from his bed "You've grown into such an amazing artist~" he picked at a grey strand of furr on his wrist "How are your classes going?.." he glanced at Greg before looking to Pedrito
"Good! My teacher said my realism is so convincing there's no doubt I'll be accepted into ookay art college next year!" Pedrito stated with a wide grin. He turned the canvas around in his hands to admire his work.
Greg nodded and signed "I've seen all his paintings at the art shows! They're breathtaking!"
Petey gave them a dry smile that didn't meet his eyes "I wish I could go to one of your shows Pedrito but.. you know" he gestured to the many orange prescription bottles on his night stand.
"Don't worry about it Papa- you'll get better soon i know it!" Pedrito gave him a warm dimpley smile. He hung the painting on the wall opposite Peteys bed "just look at my painting whenever you get sad!" His wrist watch beeped "Ill see you later-whoa" Petey grabbed the cats wrist and hugged him firmly "Hehe papa- ill see you in a couple hours~ You dont need to smother me~" he hugged his father back before running off.
"You haven't told him yet" Greg signed once he was sure Pedrito was gone
"He's working on the project that will decide his future- he doesn't need to worry about that"
"The doctors said it could be any day-"
"I KNOW!" Petey snapped smacking all the pill bottles on his night stand sending them clattering to the floor "Its all I've been thinking about!! You've got your whole life with him! I've got days. DAYS Greg! I WONT spend them watching him cry...."
Gregs face softend "Im sorry....." he sat down on the bed beside Petey. Putting an arm around his slumped back. Looking into his tired green eyes. Then tenderly kissing his lips.
Petey pulled away "Id like to go to one of his shows before I....." He didn't like saying the word out loud. He screwed his eyes shut trying to wrap his brain around what could possibly be on the other side "Im gonna puke-"
Greg quickly grabbed the small trash can from the corner of the room. He held it under Peteys head while rubbing his shivering back. The cat dry heaved into the can while letting out shaky sobs.
Once Petey finally calmed down Greg handed him a cup of water. He signed "I'll take you there- I promise."
"I dont want to die Greg...."
~
Petey looked at himself in the reflection of the polished floors. Soon he'd rot. Soon he'd be a skeleton. Soon he'd be in the ground. Soon he wouldn't be. Visiting hours were over. Everyone went home. The hospital was his home. His tomb. His final resting place. The dim lights on the ceiling would be the last thing he would ever see-Pedritos painting caught his eye.
It was almost uncanny how much it really looked like them. If someone glanced at it they'd mistake it for a photo. 'He's improved so much.....' He opened the drawer on his night stand. Pulling out the first comic Pedrito ever made him and holding it up to the painting. 'Feels like just yesterday I accidentally made him in the lab.....'
He set the comic aside. Pulling out a pen and paper 'I wonder if i...' he Scribbled a cat then frowned. The cat didn't look much like a cat at all. He crumpled the peice of paper in his shaky hands before throwing it across the room and curling into himself "Im gonna die...." he said the word aloud.
~
Petey tinkerd with a small robot he knew he'd never get the chance to finish. It was all he knew how to do. Inventions. Robots. Machines. It was all he knew how to do.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Petey looked up from his busy work to see Greg at the door with a wheel chair "Thought I'd keep my promise" He signed with a smile.
~
"Oh Petey!" Cheif ran over as Greg rolled him into the art exhibit bringing him into a hug. Pulling him up from the wheel chair "We heard the news....."
"Yeah" Petey responded dryly
"We're so sorry..." Nurse rubbed his back
"Thanks"
Cheif set him down "But you can least go with the knowledge that you have an amazing son~"
"I already know that" Petey picked at a strand of Grey furr on his arm
"Sorry- He's just ancy from being in the hospital for so long" Greg signed behind his back with an apologetic look. Petey turned and glared at him as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
"Take me to Pedritos section...." Greg rolled him to an area that was already crowded with people "Wow...."
"Is Pedrito also a photographer as well?" A women nearby asked the two.
Greg pulled out a tiny notepad and wrote "Those are paintings" then showed it to the woman. Her eyes widened as she looked back at the wall "Wow..."
Petey took hold of his wheels and rolled to the end of the exhibit looking at the various paintings of places Greg and Pedrito went together. Places Petey was too weak or tired to join in. Beautiful forests and rocky mountains in the golden setting sun. Life was moving on without him....
He rolled into the wall causing him to look up. He gasped at the painting above him entitled "Angel on Earth". There Petey was painted in beautiful oranges and browns. He was asleep in his hospital bed but he didn't look like the tired weak version of himself everyone else seemed to see. He looked beautiful. Alive.
The light reflected off his plump fat wet nose. There was a smile on his face. 'Do I smile in my sleep?' His furr shone a transparent honey yellow as the morning light from an unseen window casted in.
He turned his head slightly to relize Pedritos section was far from over. Paintings after paintings of Petey hung on the wall. One was him cringing while trying some gross hospital food. His nose scrunched. Another him holding his arms out dramatically as he retold a story from him and Gregs fighting days "I remember that~" Moment after Moment in that hospital, no matter how uneventful, Pedrito made it into something provoking.
Pedrito didn't see him as someone who was sick. Dead.
"Papa" Pedrito put a hand on his shoulder "I know its a lot- woah!"
Petey stood up from his chair pulling Pedrito into another firm hug "I love you kid~"
"I love you too papa~" he hesitated "I know....."
Petey pulled away "You do?.."
He nodded "And I know you dont want me to cry but-" tears filled his eyes. Enough to fill an entire ocean "I hate how everyone's treating you....like you're already dead. You're not. You're right here" He looked into Peteys eyes "Even dad is doing it....."
"Oh Pedrito-"
"Lets paint together okay?" He gave Petey a knowing look
Petey sighed "That sounds like a plan kid"
~
Everyone crowded in the dog house. Pedrito carrying in "Angel on Earth" with a big shiny ribbon that read 'First place'. Greg taking it and hanging it proudly on the wall.
"Its beautiful Pedrito" Nurse smiled
"The lighting is fantastic"
"That brush work is phenomenal"
No one seemed to bring up the subject of the painting that sat alone in the corner of the room. Petey felt his presence sucking the oxygen out of the air. Anyone who looked his direction would immediately turn the other way.
"Here sweetheart eat" Greg handed him a plate.
"Im not-" Petey nose wiggled as he smelt the mouth watering aroma "This is my favorite-" Greg put a hand on his shoulder
"Im sorry" He signed as Petey looked up
"For what?"
"For treating you like a fragile animal instead of a husband" He looked Petey in the eye before quickly looking away in embarrassment. His furry cheeks tinting pink "I know you must be tired of that disgusting hospital food- I've always known but a sick part of me thought 'He wont have to deal with it for much longer...." he held back tears.
Petey had a sick feeling in his stomach.
"Have you already given up on me? That easily?" He picked at his food. Ripping off tiny peices and sticking them in his mouth. He couldn't hate that taste but it didn't pair well with the sour one in his mouth.
Gregs eyes widened. He pulled Peteys head up by his chin "Lets have sex."
"Huh!? But didn't you say you were worried you'd hurt me?"
"You can handle it- you can handle anything"
"Won't someone relize were gone" Petey giggled
"Don't care"
~
They sucked in eachothers carbon monoxide as the made out. Gregs hands roaming every inch of the cats body.
"Mngh~" Petey guided the dogs hand into his pants. Greg wasted no time shoving two fingers into Peteys cunt "Ah- fuck its been a while~" he melted. The dogs fingers became slick.
"Sorry" Greg signed over and over with his free hand. Letting out whines and whimpers.
"Shut it~"
Greg rolled and hooked his fingers inside Petey "Hah~" the cat stuck his tongue out. Greg spat in his mouth before bringing him into another kiss. Petey pulled them onto the bed "Ow-" he pulled his mouth away as Gregs fingers jutted in him from the soft impact "that was a mistak~" he giggled
Greg pulled his fingers out. Dripping with Peteys love. He greedily stuck them in his mouth.
"You're disgusting-" Petey paused as he heard the clink of a belt buckle. Greg was desperately undoing his pants with a shaky hand while he sucked on the other.
Petey bit his lip "I need you RIGHT NOW Greg the Dog~" yanking off his own pants and spreading his legs. His fat pink pussy dripping wet from all the attention.
Greg had a matching pink tip that leaked pre as it sprung out.
~
Petey and Greg came out of the bedroom. There faces pink and sweaty from the cardio that was passionate raw dirty love making. Coming to an unsaid understanding about where their relationship was at.
They joined the rest of the party in the living room. Petey legs shooke as he sat down on the couch. Everyone froze and quited down. Except Pedrito who was going on and on about his new favorite graphic novel.
"Get me a whiskey and coke baby~" Petey smiled at Greg. The group looked at eachother carefully like it was a new concept to see a dying man drink whiskey.
"Will that react weirdly with your medication?" Someone asked softly as Petey nursed the drink
"Actually That's none of your business" he chugged it. Letting the cold condescension of the glass drip down his chin before slamming it on the coffee table with satisfied sigh "You dont need to worry about such things"
Pedrito giggled "can I have some-"
"Nope~" Petey grinned at him
"Cmon Petey~ Dont you wanna share one drink with your kid before you di-"
"Pedrito is underage" Petey said firmly as Greg glared them.
~
Later on everyone sat around the dinner table eating and chatting. Pedrito was the center of attention as he made an important announcement. He held up a peice of paper in his hands reading off of ir "We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted into Ookay school of the arts!"
Everyone cheered, clapped, and whooped.
Petey smiled but kept quiet. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be around. Would he be able to take Pedrito to his first day? Would he see him graduate? Would he-
Cheif suddenly clinked his fork to his glass getting everyone's attention. "I have something special to give to Petey~" he smiled at the cat "I got it custome made for you~"
Petey had a warm feeling in his chest. People had stopped giving him presents a while ago because they assumed he wouldn't be around to enjoy them much longer.
"Oh Cheif~ you didn't have to. Its Pedritos day and I think-"
There was a honk outside "Oh there it is! Had to get a someone with a big trunk to carry it"
Everyone walked out as two men unloaded Petey gift onto the lawn
"I got it carved with your name in some nice polished wood-" he went into all thd details of the casket that sat in front of Petey "you deserve to rest in something nice-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Petey let out a blood curling scream as he fell to his knees. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked inside the casket "IM DYING! IM DYING! YOU ALL DONT CARE IM DYING!"
Greg and Pedrito ran to his such as Petey shooke and hyperventilated on the cold wet lawn.
"IM GONNA DIE! OH! NOOOO! NOOO!" Petey heaved violently hitting his fists onto the ground "I WANT TO BE AN ARTIST! I WANT TO DIE OF OLD AGE! I WANT TO SEE PEDRITO BECOME A M-MAN!"
Cheif looked at the casket relizing it was the worst possible thing he could have done.
"Leave." Greg signed with a low growl
Pedrito hugged him "Its okay papa Im here....." he was just as scared in that moment "Im here..."
~
"I never wanted to be an engineer...." Petey cuddled next to Greg in the familiar sensation hospital bed. Pedrito squished between them snoring soundly "But i ran out of time- Im out of time"
"Hm?" Greg tilted his head
"I didn't want my mom to worry about weither I could survive once she died....so I learned how to fix things, build things, any skill that could make me money quickly" he sighed "I got so good at it i got a scholarship to engineering school.....what other choice did I have?"
Greg whined
"I wanted write comics and graphic novels like-" he looked at Pedrito then frowned "Now its too late....im out of time...."
"Its never too late" Greg signed. Petey sighed and turned over the in the bed.
He stared at the wall until he heard a familiar snore. He crawled out of bed. He looked at the painting on the wall. He grabbed some paper "My son, My husband, and me" he wrote the title with shaky hands.
~
"Dad!" Pedrito shooke Greg with a sob. Greg shot up "Dad he's gone....."
Petey sat limply in the arm chair with a paper book in his lap. Pedrito took it with shaky hands and opend the front page
"To Greg and Pedrito...."
~
Sarah smiled at the camera "Peteys memory will live on in his best selling graphic novel!"