She always knew that the day would come. That no matter how much time they had, it was never going to be enough.
But she had tried to live their time together without the spectre of anticipatory grief leering at her shoulder, lurking in her peripheral vision. To live without that brain fizz that reminded her that all living things must have an end.
Instead, they had lived with joy, free and boundless. She had made every moment of his all too brief life count.
She held his paw, and whispered in his ear as he sighed one last time.
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