When the heart stops being a heart, when it just wouldn't, because it happens sometimes and there's no actual diagnosis even though the doctors tried and your friends tried even harder, when it cannot anymore hear the music or smell the parsley, when it refuses to touch the food or come out of the room, you must be ready. You must be ready to leave everything behind, Leave that call unattended, Run out of the cubicle of your office. Do not stop to talk to children or birds. Make your way towards where it waits, climb into bed and lie next to it. Take its trembling hands. Hold it, and do not let go.