Baileyâs Journey â Chapter 8: The Scent Box
Thereâs a room in the house I donât go in often. It smells… quiet. Not empty, just full of old things that whisper stories when no oneâs around. But today, something was different. The door was open, just a little. A strip of sunlight slid across the wooden floor, and the air smelled like… time. That sounds funny, I know. But we dogs, we smell time. We know what âyears agoâ feels like with just one sniff. I pushed the door with my nose. Creak. There it was â the box. Cardboard, taped at the edges, sitting like it had waited years for someone to notice. I padded closer. The air hit me all at once. A thousand smells. Worn-out denim. That crinkly paper stuff humans love. Something floral, something warm, something that smelled like her but also… not like her anymore. Like before. Before I was here. I nudged the lid with my snout and it flopped open. Inside were clothes. Photos. A tiny stuffed bear with a missing eye. A leash â not mine â smaller, red, frayed. I sniffed it long and slow, feeling something tug at my chest. This leash held memories. Another dog? Or maybe a life my girl had before me? I curled beside the box, resting my chin on a soft hoodie. It smelled like her. Not now her â but the her who maybe needed someone back then too. When she found me there later, she sat beside me without a word. She reached in and pulled out the little bear. âI used to sleep with this every night,â she whispered. âBefore you.â Then she smiled â that teary kind of smile Iâve learned means a lot of feelings at once. She placed the bear back in the box, closed the lid gently, and wrapped her arms around me. âWeâre still making new memories,â she said. I wagged my tail. I didnât understand everything in that box â but I knew one thing: it smelled like love. That night, she tucked the box away in a new spot â inside a lovely memory chest with soft lining and a lid that clicked shut just right. She said it would keep the âsmell safe.â I watched from my calming corner, curled in my favorite plush fleece dog blanket (yes, the one she says is softer than her own). Some things are just meant to be kept close.
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