I have never had to deal with “putting down” a pet before. Calling her a pet is degrading; she was my family. One of my best friends for ten years. I haven’t eaten in two days. I cannot sleep. Every time I close my eyes, all I can do is picture her body being dragged off the table. Head lolling towards the floor, tongue hanging out. Dead weight tossed away where nobody knows or cares of the importance she had in my life. But what is a body anyway?
I now know what it’s like to have your heart broken by grief.
The one person I want need to hug is half way across the country.