It really is. It's hard to let go of something that you have treasured and cherished for many years, even when sometimes you know that's the only right thing to do.
I been with her for the 10 years. All this time I shared my bed with her and her alone, but I decided last weekend that I needed to make a change. She was getting a bit off putting nowadays. I guess there is only so much drool a pillow can take before it starts to smell. K my family have been complaining that she smelled for a while now but only recently did I notice the pungent odor. And I could almost swear I heard things wriggling underneath me as I slept sometimes.
So over the weekend I bought a new pillow. One with down feathers. I didn't wanna get another polyester pillow, it would remind me too much of her.
I went back and brought the pillow to my room. There she was, sitting at the side of the bed. There was a certain sadness in its face now, it was as if she knew her time was up. I dropped the new pillow and ran to her and gave her a hug. One final hug. And I don't know why but tears started falling off my eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity I got up. I took a bag and placed her. very gently, inside. Took her to the garbage dump. I left her at the side, I couldn't bear to throw her into the garbage container with all the other trash. I owed her at least that.
I went back and tried out my new pillow. It was incredibly soft. It was as if I was really sleeping on the bodies of a hundred ducklings. I fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning I passed by the garbage dump on the way to work. She was gone, probably incinerated by now. But her memory will always live on in me.