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Flash Fiction

Plovember 16: Wild Heartbreak


You looked deep into my eyes

and I knew it was love at first sight.

We didn’t need words

but used them for special occasions.

You protected me when I didn’t know I needed it,

yet in the end, I wasn’t there for you.

When I came back, you looked deep into my eyes

and I could see the love was still the same.


Left to right: me holding Prince, my dad, and my Nana. Can you tell how thrilled I was?


After Zerk died, I was ruined. My parents and grandmother knew there was no consoling me, yet somehow it happened.

I don’t know where they got him, but I named him Prince. He erased the pain I felt from losing my wonderful baby-friend. One of the greatest things was he would sit on my foot; he started it when he was the size shown in the photo above and kept it up when he was fully-grown. It was something he didn’t do to anyone else and I loved it.

Prince was a protector. No one came in the house or on the property without us having to put him up somewhere. It was extremely useful when I had to deal with annoying school mates. Prince kept them in check.

However, I had to leave him when I went away to university. I didn’t realize what the ravages of time can do and as I think back, wonder how much of his physical deterioration was due to heartbreak as well. I know I was heartbroken at leaving him behind (there was no way I could have him in a dormitory and would not have been able to afford to feed him if I could), so perhaps he was also heartbroken at my leaving. I came home that first year to the loss of my Nana (she’d had a stroke a few years earlier and died just before finals — my parents didn’t want to tell me because they knew I would have left immediately to be there, even though there was nothing I could do for her); she was the first person I asked about on the drive home and they told me she was gone.

I walked into the house, looking for Prince. My dad warned me that he wasn’t doing well and I steeled myself for the unknown. I heard a strange noise and he came around the corner, dragging his back end. ‘His hips are gone,’ Dad said. Prince was part German Shepherd, a breed known to have hip problems.

‘What do we do?’ I asked, frantically.

My dad looked away as Prince dragged himself to me. He couldn’t wag his tail but the glow in his eyes … the love I felt as I knelt down to hold him and feel his breath …

‘There’s nothing we can do.’

I looked up at my dad. ‘Is he suffering?’

‘He never complains.’

Over that Christmas break, my dad and I took Prince to the vet. I was in the room as he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. My tears mingled with the earth as I dug his grave way in the back of what had been my Nana’s garden. I did it alone, the last hour I would ever spend with him.






  1. Mr Tookles November 16, 2016 11:21 am

    Oh Andree I love you ❤️❤️❤️😢

    • AR Neal November 16, 2016 11:26 am

      Thanks so much, darlin!

  2. DiAnne Ebejer November 16, 2016 1:11 pm

    Big love!,❤❤

    • AR Neal November 16, 2016 1:57 pm


  3. Lyn November 16, 2016 1:12 pm

    Oh my… 😢😢❤️😢 it’s never easy when we lose our fur babies. I miss Cally so very much.

    • AR Neal November 16, 2016 1:57 pm

      I know you do my dear one … <3

  4. Liz Ward November 16, 2016 4:40 pm

    Beautiful and so heartbreaking. My heart broke when we had to put down the first of my childhood cats – it’s truly one of the worst things in the world. But I’m still so glad to have known him. We dug a grave too (for all of them, in the end). It’s always a privilege to share our lives with animals <3

    • AR Neal November 16, 2016 4:50 pm

      Oh, yes. My life is made better by my monsters and I consider the day when they aren’t here …

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