Letting her go

Feeble, she couldn’t eat any more. Doctors said she’d soon move on. He wept, yet knew it was best. She had taken too much pain and painkillers that failed. She had endured injection after injection while he sifted through test reports.

He had done all to help, keep, and guard her. He could hold on no more; her weakening heart begged to let go.

He sat by her side, listening to the declining rhythm of her heartbeat. He looked at her closed eyes and smiled, remembering their first meeting.

A trash collector, he had found her purring in the dumpster.

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