Fated Tragedy
My hands trembled as I clutched his pillow to my chest, holding it like an anchor to keep myself from collapsing.
Brother Shawn’s prayer rose softly over the gathered crowd, solemn and steady, as everyone formed a circle around us. Lyra stood faithfully by my side, her presence solid and grounding. Then, through her soft robotic voice, I heard the theme song of my pup’s favorite show. The sound broke me. The memories came rushing in—his laughter, his tiny hands clapping to the music, his joy so bright it had once filled our entire home.