He couldn’t come to me…come here anymore.

I lowered my head, and let the tears fall.

When I looked up again, he was right in front of me, inches from my face.  I saw every whisker in his muzzle, the gleam of his eye, each hair in his coat.

Surprised, I didn’t react.

But he stretched his neck, brought his face to mine, and licked my cheek.

I closed my eyes, feeling my heart break all over again.

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