Rory

Posted: February 14, 2016 in writing
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Years ago, I earned the trust of an untrusting being. She had been mistreated, abandoned and had never felt quite at home as far as we knew. She drew back and complained at first, whenever I reached to touch her, eyes wide with fear. She detroyed things with the same ferocity that she later cuddled, kissed and nuzzled. She was fast. She was strong. She hid her pain too long, and in the end, I failed to act quickly enough to fix her. She trusted me, and I had to let her die, her head in my hand, my voice the last sound she would hear. There was nothing else I could do.
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Comments
  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    This is so sad. You did such a good thing to love her and care. It is so heartbreaking and I’m so sorry but her life was better for you. What a beautiful eulogy for her.

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