I watch her last breath.

An endless silence follows.

How unbearably easy.

Her eyes always held such warmth.

I would hold her gaze and touch my head to hers.

And a calmness came to me.

She held me.

In a way no dog physically can.

Her eyes always held me.

From when she first came. So small, so round. So lost in all her fur.

To her laying on this table.

In a place she always hated.

In death she let me hold her.

An act she didn’t like,

For she was fiercely dependant and strong.

But in this,

She wanted me.

I needed her.

I touch my head to hers.

But this time, no calmness came to me.

I was waiting for something that couldn’t be.

“Please wait for me,” I whisper.

They same the same souls come back to you.

I hope that is true.

“I will always be waiting to be back with you.”