All Things End

A tear,
glistening,
flowing,
down the porcelain slope
of her soft cheek.
For hours and hours
tears stain their way
down her face.

The sight
of the body,
torn,
distorted,
in a way unnatural,
is too much
for her little heart.

The matted
bloody fur
is stroked,
over and over.
As if to caress
life back
into the cold form

This is how she learns,
that all things end.
The loss of a friend
that still hurts,
no matter the time
that passes.