[ CW ] Make me cry my eyes out in a single paragraph

Her bedside had become my home for the several days leading up to this; the pain was unbearable, and we both knew the end was close. We'd been together for sixteen years, and I found myself totally unprepared for the cancer that ravaged her insides. By the time they caught it, there was nothing left they could do, and before long, her bright, shining eyes, those youthful eyes I'd fallen for, began reflecting the pain of her condition. But today, they were overcome with a lucid tranquility: she had accepted what I could not. As she succumbed to her fate, as her eyes closed, never to open again, I leaned in to leave a final kiss on her head, and she responded with one last wag of the tail.
