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| IMAGE : THE MOTHER LOAD | Farewell, Old Friend |
She lay still on her bed, knowing that her old body was slipping away long before her head and her heart were ready. I cupped her heavy head in the palm of my hand, nuzzled her old grey face and she gazed back at me with her black eyes, pushing aside the pain she was enduring. Both she and I knew what that nuzzle meant.
