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I thought you were going to leave us last night

You are brave. You did not flinch or whimpered a sound at all during the surgery. I knew it hurt. I have cried out for you. Only then, you broke free from my hands that were restraining you in place and looked up at me~ as if quizzing: “ What’s wrong? I’m fine.”

I have hugged you tightly and sent little pleas with tears to whoever was listening, up there. You were bleeding non-stop. Please make it stop. I could feel your body going weak and limp. Please. Please stand up again. It was not the time for you to go. Not yet. Just not the time~ yet.

You were miserable, walking lopsided to the infected ear with that huge bandage. You tried to get it off when no one was looking. I have to bandage you again and again till late in the night and once the bandage was taken off, you shook yourself vigorously, covering me with blood. But…. anything for you.

I have feared for that painful day of grief; when you were truly gone. And that’s a future date- Just not now.

Please get well soon.