Looking down at his withered, shrunken body, I knew I was already alone. I stood there wondering whether I was somehow to blame for his demise.
I had consulted scientific journals, spoken to so-called experts and dabbled in alternative therapies, but obviously none of my efforts had provided the miracle cure. His limbs, once strong and full of vigour, were left hanging limply by his side. His complexion, once rich and healthy, had become pale and dehydrated.
While the heartbreak is hard to bear, I know I must move on. Next time I’ll buy a more developed seedling.