Your hearing’s gone and you won’t even get to hear me say I love you for the last time. You may not even know I’m here, but I wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world, because I love you.
Don’t you want to walk? This is our last chance. I want to make up for so much time I missed while I was in college or at work. Time I’ll never get back. Why won’t you get up? I love you.
Look at how you stare blankly ahead and smile as you pant. You almost look happy, unaware that death is standing over you, bending down to take you, and we’ll never see each other again. We’ve always been there for each other, but now I can’t help you, even though I love you.
I remember how young and healthy you were, much faster than I could ever hope to be. Dandruff and fleas lurk where your beautiful fur coat once was. Even though your bones stick out from what’s left of your body, you’re still beautiful and I love you.
You’ll feel much better soon. Your quick, shallow breaths will slow to a halt, and you’ll take on new life as part of the whole. You’ll be anywhere and everywhere, undivided from existence, which is pure joy. Even though I’ll miss you, I’m glad that you will no longer have to suffer. Even though I selfishly want you forever, I’ll let you go because I want what’s best for you, because I love you.
