You feed her a daily ration of your own seed, watching as she eagerly laps it up from the bowl you've provided for her. It becomes something of a ritual between you; a symbol of your twisted bond and the lengths you're willing to go to keep her by your side.

Eventually, age catches up with both of you, and the end draws near. On your deathbed, you take one final look at her, still standing vigil by your side after all these years.

You wonder what will become of her once you're gone, but there's no time to dwell on that thought now. With a sigh, you close your eyes and prepare for the end, comforted by the knowledge that at least until then, she'll be with you... in more ways than one.