She slathers ointments to restore plumpness.
Her palsied father whispers his needs rapt by the dog that’s dying.
Her father’s snapping blue eyes have faded and turned rheumy. The dog’s eyes have yellowed while its body appears to have melted.
“Daddy, I must take Rufus now, he’s suffering,” pleads Cindy compelled by compassion.
Her father is unresponsive.
Cindy gently lifts the pet.
She feels the slight tug of her father’s grip.
“Leave him,” her father whispers.
“Darling, I can’t, he must go.”
“Leave us be together,” pleads the father.
In revelation Cindy relents.