PEACHES
by HARRIET HARVATT
THREE YEARS AGO I HAD A MAJOR STROKE, HAD BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS, WENT HOME FOR TWO DAYS, DEVELOPED PNEUMONIA HAD TO GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL AGAIN. NOW PEACHES WAS MY LIFELONG FRIEND. WE WERE TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT. SHE WAS A WHITE POMERANIAN GIVEN TO ME BY A PERSON WHO DIDNT WANT HER ANYMORE AT THE AGE OF TWO. NOW SHE WAS 14. WE WERE SO CLOSE WE NEVER HAD TO TALK. EYE LANGUAGE WAS ALL WE NEEDED TO KNOW. AFTER RETURNING THE SECOND TIME I HAD TO GO TO MY DAUGHTERS TO LIVE AND LEARN TO WALK AGAIN FOR TWO MONTHS. THEN I WENT HOME, AND ON THE SECOND NIGHT OF MY ARRIVAL, MY PEACHES PASSED AWAY AT MY SIDE. SHE WAITED FOR ME TO COME HOME. IT MUST HAVE BEEN SO STRESSFUL FOR HER. YET SHE WENT CALMLY IN HER SLEEP BY MY SIDE. I WILL NEVER AGAIN HAVE A FRIEND SO CARING AND LOVING AS SHE WAS TO ME. SHE WAS THE PRETTIEST THING I EVER DID SEE. AND I KNOW NOW SHE HAS TO BE IN HEAVEN WHERE SHE BELONGS.
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