There was so much more that the doctor wanted to tell me before I was injected. It was a beautiful moment indeed. She stuck the needle into my skin, into my veins, and she let the poison flow through me.
She pet my fur and told me I was a good boy. A calm boy. It was good that I was staying still and quiet. I knew she liked that.

She didn't want to stick around, in fact, she didn't want me to leave either. As soon as the needle was inside me, she took it out and gave the poison to herself. I was so sad. I disobeyed and stood up. I leaped across the room to get away before she fell ill.
Sickness came out of her. Her eyes, nose, mouth and ears. It all came out. I saw the demons she really was inside. I was happy to watch her die, I just didn't understand why.
"You are my new inspiration, my new muse, but you won't last long." She said. "I don't make art out of spite."
She coughed harshly. I began to shake.
"Soon enough, I'll be gone and you won't see me ever again."

Tilting her head to the side, she went limp and slid slowly onto the floor. It was the last I would ever see of her. What an entertaining moment. I trotted out of the doctors office to continue on with my life, I never gave it another thought.
Until today.