Goodbye

delicate hand clutching bear's paw for the last time. Big bear the
protector, big bear cut down and powerless. Tear finding its way almost
apologetically down old bear's face. So frail, so white so tired. Time
to let you go. Pillow housing more substance than your skeletal frame
holding your face level with mine. Our last kiss. It's time for you to
leave now. Time to go where the Bastard M.S. can't torture you
anymore.

"Goodbye my big old bear"

The fear has left your eyes and now only love remains. It won't be long
and already you are feeling the promise of peace. No more morphine. No
more pain. Free at last from the body that failed you miserably.

You are gone, and part of the bear goes with you. He leans over the bed
built for one and kisses where you were.

The old bear howls his torment to the moon.

"Goodbye My love."