Ritual

Often times, I used to lay my head on Kama, and listen to her heart beating. I would say a little prayer, asking God to please, never let it stop. Please, never take her away from me. Please, I needed her more.

As I lay with her, that awful day in October, I remember them saying to us, "she's gone...." As I soaked her beautiful yellow fur with my tears, all I could think of, was my ritual.