Weasley’s Waves

When his whiskers held still and his heart stopped beating over mine, I held him as he went cold, as if my heat would start him up again. Under the snow there was hard soil which gave way not even to the sharpest of shovels. I turned to Superior, crept across the vast sheet of frozen sand, and gave him to her, watching the waves whisk his box deep into the water.


In memory of Weasley,
who passed last night
in his sleep.


Filed under Creative Nonfiction, Uncategorized

2 responses to “Weasley’s Waves

  1. There is nothing more heartbreaking then the loss of a pet . . . that pet is never just a pet but a child . . . a child that you cared for and tended from the time they arrived until the time they are called home . . . the memories will never fade . . . as the paw prints embedded on our hearts ❤

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