Daily Drabble – Hate

I used to hate Harry. He squired me around the country for half a year, popped my cherry and promptly disappeared from my life. I cried for a week, then pulled on my big girls pants and got on with life.
But I hated.
Until Azriel and me went to the hospice. He’s a PAT dog, and he brings comfort to the terminally ill. Guess who we found? Thin, diminished, and dying.
When he saw me, a tear ran down his face, and me and Azriel held him close while he drew his last breath.
I don’t hate him now…

©Jane Jago

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