She was heading into the hospital later that day for chemotherapy. It was going to be at least a week long stay. Her hair had already started to fall out. She didn't want to deal with losing big chunks in the hospital but she also didn't want to have to shave it when it still looked so normal. She spent a long time deliberating. Her hair had always been a unique identifier. She had been growing it for years.
Honey was with her the whole time. She cuddled her in bed beforehand and sat next to the bathtub while I shaved her perfect little head. Sweet Honey.
It was very beautiful hair. I admit to being a bit attached to it myself.