He held the photo in his trembling hands, the tears beginning to fall unchecked.
It had been such a wonderful week, and this was their final stop.
Sandy loved waterfalls, and this one was perfect. He had popped the question just moments before and she’d squealed YES!
Mojo had been their constant companion but even he couldn’t ease the pain or sense of loss.
As if sensing he was needed, Mojo settled by Tom’s side, his head resting gently in his master’s lap. Tom sank his fingers into the soft fur, then wrapped his arms round Mojo’s neck and wept as his heart broke.
Mojo snuggled closer, and Tom could smell the last remnants of Sandy’s perfume through his warmth.
A heart attack, they said. So severe, she would have been dead before she hit the floor.
Nothing anyone could do, something that had not been foreseen. So sorry.
For the past month he had been in a fog, doing everything by script in a bad play.
Now the funeral was over and he could…………….. do what?
At least they had had that one night, a night filled with love, devotion promises and dreams of a future together.
Tom put the framed picture on the mantel and with it, his heart. Mojo looked up at him with such sadness in his brown eyes, he bent down and ruffled the dogs fur.
‘I know Boy. You miss her too.’
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See 11th July
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a young girl sitting on some thick wooden logs with a white dog. In the background, you can see a waterfall.