A part of me died today.
It died because you decided your dog was not worth your time or effort. It died because I just couldn’t find any compromise to save him.
A part of me died today because I was the one who took his life. Because you walked away and left him here with me.
“You are a good boy”, I said to him.
And then he died. And I wept.
And it was the end. For him. For you. But not for me.
A part of me had to die today. So that the rest of me can live.
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