Last Photo

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

Image credit; Aleksey Kuprikov @ Pexels

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.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to Last Photo

  1. Oh, how sad! Wonderful story though

  2. Sadje says:

    Such a beautiful and touching story Di. Thanks a lot for joining in

  3. Oh my goodness. I’ve been blessed to have my share of furry comforters too. They always seem to know when one is upset, and will come and snuggle with a person, and lick away tears. Angels in fur. Poignant story!

  4. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Got me crying again

  5. willowdot21 says:

    So sad, beautifully written 💜

  6. murisopsis says:

    Wow!! I really like this story – even if it doesn’t have a happy ending….

  7. A touching tale beautifully told Di.

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