Did you shoot him? Tom asked.

Yeah, Jimmy responded. I did. Right between the eyes. Blood all over the place. Got some on me.

Better wash it off. It’ll stain.

Permanently?

Permanently.

I feel like I should have given him a fighting chance, Jimmy said.

How so?

He was chained up. Didn’t seem right. He was happy to see me.

He’s happy to see anybody. Did you give him a bone?

Nah. I didn’t.

Not even a final meal?

Nope. I patted him on the head, said goodbye, and pulled the trigger. Jimmy pulled out a cigarette.  Tom lit it for him and pulled two cans of Old Style from the cooler in the front seat between them.

Probably best.

What?

No final meal. Just did it. Like in Old Yeller.

We’re talking real life here, Jimmy said. Not the movies.

Right. Tom raised his can to Jimmy. They toasted. Here’s to Floyd. 

Yeah. Here’s to Floyd.