“There’s a yellow rose in Texas.”
“I know the song,” nurse said seeing the sadness in his now lucid old eyes.
“Not the song. Texas in Australia.”
He continued, “It was a small town full of good people. I’d spent time there, bought a pup to have company. She was a bundle of fun and loved chewing my shoes.”
“Was she Rose?”
He smiled, “Yes, Rose was my girl. She was popular with all the kids. Everyone knew her. She knew everyone.”
“One day Rose didn’t see a speeding car. I buried Rose under our favourite tree and planted a rose.”
“A yellow rose?”