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After the Goodmans bury poor Wilson in their front garden (his favourite place), Jim returns to his house. Walking around the house, Jim stares at Wilson’s belongings, items that serve no purpose now Wilson is…
His gaze landing on Wilson’s bowl, Jim trembles, his bloodshot eyes watering. And despite already crying his heart out on next door’s driveway, as he stands in his quiet, empty house, a sob bursts out of him.
And then he’s crying all over again, grief aching in his chest, and so bloody lonely…
He wants Wilson.
But Jim knows that Wilson is never coming back.