"She cried for months before she died, didn't she?" He asked.
"She needed attention. Nobody wants to die alone even when it's for the best that they do."
"I want to die right here." He was nervous. The blood in his veins shook when the needle went in and began to pulse to where she attached the other end to the center of her heart. They shared grief and blood and the death of the elephant. Their blood spooled back and forth between them as the elephant was dragged away.