My pen hovers above the card. I don’t know what to say. There are so many things I want to tell you. But these emotions just refuse to be translated into words. I want to tell you how deeply sorry I am that your dearest companion is now deceased, and that I know just how painful it is to lose one so beloved. How it leaves a silence, an absence, an emptiness inside you. That the following days will be filled with sorrow, how time seems to drag on endlessly, and all ordinary things just seem so difficult. How the rest of the world just keeps moving on, even though a huge part of yours has just ended.
I want you to know that I tried my hardest, and how I wish so much that I could have saved your dear one. Even though you wanted to throw all the money you had at it, it was just one of those things that nothing would fix. How I wish tragedy would never befall people so loving, so kind and caring. Of all the people in the world, how could this happen to you? I don’t know, I just don’t.
I want to thank you for taking this little soul into your hands, into your family, and giving it a wonderful home, a wonderful life. And though it ended so suddenly, that life was full and rich. That you gave your beloved one a final gift: to go quietly, painlessly, and in peace.
I want you to know that you’re not alone.
I set the pen down. Sigh. I have no idea what to write. How can I write a little letter like this, an insignificant cluster of words, when your world has been torn apart? How pointless it is to send you a letter. Useless words. I’m just sorry. I’m so sorry.
I want you to know that I tried my hardest, and how I wish so much that I could have saved your dear one. Even though you wanted to throw all the money you had at it, it was just one of those things that nothing would fix. How I wish tragedy would never befall people so loving, so kind and caring. Of all the people in the world, how could this happen to you? I don’t know, I just don’t.
I want to thank you for taking this little soul into your hands, into your family, and giving it a wonderful home, a wonderful life. And though it ended so suddenly, that life was full and rich. That you gave your beloved one a final gift: to go quietly, painlessly, and in peace.
I want you to know that you’re not alone.
I set the pen down. Sigh. I have no idea what to write. How can I write a little letter like this, an insignificant cluster of words, when your world has been torn apart? How pointless it is to send you a letter. Useless words. I’m just sorry. I’m so sorry.
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