Frank I remember being there...with him. I was terribly frightened. He was so...so still, I had never even imagined this happening, especially not to him. His eyes were shut, his mouth open slightly. I assured myself he could hear me, comforting him, really I think I was comforting myself. “Frank”, I kept saying, “Frank, please wake up, I know you can hear me”, he is just having a sleep I thought, “Please wake up Frank, it’s Susan, you’re going to be okay, you’ll be fine Frank”, Just being ignorant, I kept thinking. I braced myself, you know, for the speech, you see it on television, sons to fathers, husbands to wives, all the things they never said, everything in a nutshell. Well this was mine. “Frank.” I didn’t want to do this, but I knew I had to, just in case. In case he could hear me. Tears dampened my face, I screwed up my mouth, dried my eyes and kneeled down. This was it. “Frank, it’s Susan. I need you to know this, I should have said it before but here goes. Frank, I love you, and I hope you have lived every day of your #life knowing that. We have so many memories together, remember all those summers spent lazing around in the garden, lying on the grass”, I smiled to myself, “Those were the happiest days of my #life, ever since I met you, you have just made me happier and happier.”, I gently stoked his hair, he loved when I did that, “I’m so glad I have you, you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, all of my friends are jealous that I have you and it makes me grin” I was grinning then, sitting there telling him, I told him all the things I would’ve wanted to hear, you know, if it was me, about how he made me feel, all the great, funny times we had spent together. The memories were helping me cope, as if I was telling myself. “Don’t go”, I whispered to him, quite reluctantly, I didn’t want to come to the realisation that... I buried my face in the bed sheets beside him I didn’t want to open my eyes, I knew time was running out and I panicked. What do I tell him? Have I said everything? That was when the pressure got to me and I ran out of the room. I guess the receptionist saw me because I heard her on the phone to get some help, next thing I knew I had two nurses comforting me, they encouraged me to go back. To be with Frank. I plucked up all of my courage, I felt weak just walking in to the room again, but I had nothing to say. I couldn’t speak anyway, I was too distraught. The nurse told me that it was time and I nodded, my eyes filling up more and more every moment. I had to accept that this was the end. I tried to eek out the words “Goodbye Frank Quiggles”. The nurse lifted his paw and gently pushed a syringe into his belly, his head dropped to the left side of his body. I broke down into loud cries and an ocean of tears when my mother rushed in to give me a hug, I hid my head in her stomach, soaking her dress. She tried to comfort me, “Come on Susie, let’s get an ice cream, Daddy and I will get you another cat” I sniffed and told her that it wouldn’t be the same... but the ice cream wasn’t all that bad though.