the outlook is bleak. the morning as dismal as grey clouds on a wedding day. I stand before her. I cradle her in my arms; A fluffy white cloud of softness drizzled with chocolate markings. Her nose twitches, her paws paddle. We know she'll be gone soon but we dare not say so. We stand here unable to speak. unable to find the correct thing to say to make this moment hurt less than it does. we watch the rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat fading. going. softly. drifting on until she is lifeless and the stillness leaves me feeling choked. Tsunami sized waves engulf me. consume me and my buckling legs won't support me now as I crumple to the floor in a heap. The sense of loss kicking me between the ribs with a force so strong I don't know how I have remained conscious. Buckets full of memories spill out onto the floor like a leaking pipe unable to contain the endless torrent flowing from nowhere. We tried so hard to save her but she was gone.
RIP Frankie baby. We'll miss you ;_;
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