Dog

I took Love, my 14 year old limping Labrador to the vet.

I cradled him in my arms and begged you, through hot tears to make him better.

You took out the biggest needle I'd ever seen and stuck it in his chest, and his poor heart stopped beating.

It's for the best, you said, and then you just left.

Left me here alone.

Alone with a dead dog called Love.