• There, under the willow tree, i was weeping. i had his head on my lap, watching his wounds have blood stream out, i knew it they couldn't be fixed.
    He whines in pain as he trys to wag his tail,not wanting me to be worried. My tears falling on his black, slick fur. I kissed his nose softly. He slowly,
    in pain, transforms into his human form. He wobbled up to my lips and kissed them softly....it was his farwell present to me. I pull him closer to me as
    we kiss passionatly under the weepy willow. I just couldn't stand it, i don't want him to leave....so i rested his head back on my lap and waited...for him
    to drift off...to his last sleep... Then i layed him soflty on the ground next to me and grab for my fathers knife on my right calf, i wished to cry more but
    all my tears had dried out. I put the knife up to my heart and counted to myself till i got to 5....i stab right through my heart, blood flowing out the
    wound and my mouth...i slowly crawl next to him, puting my arm around him. I close my eyes and just wait...till i can be with him.... As i fade away
    the flowers upon the willow blooms beautifully....... We are now resting in peace....

    By, Kiki Ayame