What was that noise? “Charlie, was that you? Did you fall down again?” Wait. “Charlie, why are you on the floor?”

You’re not breathing, oh God, he’s not breathing. His fur isn’t going up and down. “Charlie? Are you OK?”

Why aren’t you breathing?

“What would have done this?”

My apple. Where’s my apple? “Charlie, did you eat my apple?”

Dogs have eaten whole apples before, haven’t they? “Wake up, you need to wake up.” You’ve eaten a pen before, why didn’t that bother you? Is it the seeds? It’s the seeds, isn’t it? Don’t they have cyanide in them? They do, don’t they? Oh my God.

“Charlie, hold on. Mommy’s gonna find out.”

I’m Googling…I’m Googling. “What do you do when your dog eats apple seeds?” Page not found? Why aren’t you working? 911. I need to call 911. Do you call 911 for pets?

“Charlie? Hold on, Charlie.”

It was just one apple. How could one apple?

The tree.

“Charlie, you’ve been eating apples out back haven’t you?”

Charlie?