Short Story: The Last Time

Short Story: The Last Time

I can remember the last time I saw her face like it was yesterday.

She was 15, which may not seem very old but, in dog years, she was over 90 – a senior citizen and pretty good going for her breed.

While we knew the end was near, I didn’t expect it to be that day and I still wasn’t ready for it – although can you ever really be ready for that last goodbye?

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