There, At The End

My dog died.

I think he was the only thing I’ve ever loved. Purely. With none of the minuscule resentments that always manage to seep into the cracks in other relationships.

He tried to hide. I saw the fear of death in his eyes. Curled up in the corner. We told him he didn’t need to keep holding on. He could let go. He’d feel better if he did. That we’d be sad but we’d be all right. Promise.

I felt him sag. Felt his heart beat fast as a machine gun fires and then one last thump.

Then nothing.


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