Sunbeams gently shine through the white lace curtain from the glass door in the bedroom. With your head sticking out to see the morning sidewalks, I see your tan small body and fluffy curly tail. It must be around 6 o’clock. I barely fell back to sleep after my racing thoughts woke me up in this surreal time of turmoil. Last time when I looked at the clock, it was 5:17am. “The sun has already come out,” I think to myself. I slowly get up.
I look again. Your calm presence soothes my soul. “Is it you, Bach?” I ask. “It can’t be, can it? Didn’t you…die?” You slowly turn your head around. The look from your eyes, gentle and firm. “It’s me,” you answer. You smile. “It is really you!” I exclaim with joy. “I came to see you,” you continue.
Now you slowly walk to the bedside. Your paws step on the grey tile floor, making familiar tapping sounds. I bend down to rub the white fur on your cheeks with both hands like I used to. You grin with joy. Your face, like a flower, blossoms between my fingers.
You look into my eyes. “I came to tell you that everything’s going be alright,” you say gently. “You do you. And you’re amazing.”
Then, I opened my eyes. You left. And you stayed.
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