Not five minutes after the therapist leaves, our doorbell rings. I figure it’s the therapist coming back to retrieve something she’s forgotten, so I don’t even bother looking out the window before going to the door.
It’s not the therapist.
She falls into my arms, sobbing. Her best friend is at the vet down the street from my house, awaiting the results of his blood tests. He’s been slipping for some time now, and it seems to me her mind is already made up.
She loves him. She can’t watch him suffer. But she can’t find the resolve to make the decision on her own...hence the blood tests.
They both wait in separate cages to hear the results. His is made of metal, hers of misgivings.
The results come back, and it’s worse than anyone knew, worse than any of us ever would have thought. The poor old man is in a bad way.
She’s so brave. She may not feel it now, but she’s strong. And she did the right thing.
Farewell, friend. You will be sorely missed.
Having just said goodbye to a steadfast friend whose tiny body's demise has left an enormous hole in the energy of my life, I offer my sincere understanding, and my shared sadness.
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Linda
Fletch? If so, I'm SOOO sorry. Please pass on our hugs.
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