He didn’t look up when she left.
The door closed with the familiar clunk.
He lowered his head. Was he to blame?
Would she ever come back to him?
Desolate. He couldn’t find the heart to eat or drink. Her scent lingered.
Her memory lived on.
Her absence removed all joie de vivre.
Time passed but nothing eased the ache. He sighed, closed his eyes, and wished for her return.
Life demanded attention. Without her, daily routine became overwhelming challenges.
Her company brought meaning to his life.
The door opened. His body shook. His tail wagged.
She was home.
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