Here I am.
Surrounded by flat-roofed buildings of stucco, I stand in front of the architectural anomaly. Dé·jà vu, yet this time is different. I can feel it.
The familiar embraces me, though I try to resist. I grab a deep breath; and then gather shaky strength-and my worries- to my chest. I burst through the red door of the quaint 2-room shack.
Bells jingle, bravery wavers.
No turning back.
I shift my eyes upward, gaze traveling past the sloped chalet roof. A prayer seeps from my soul, tears down my cheeks. She pulls me aside. Jumbled words are offered- matters of fact, of little comfort.
What to expect?
Weight bears down on me, indecision paralyzes. There’s not much to analyze, no past to rationalize.
I bide my time, delay goodbye.
Never easy, these decisions of death and
This piece isn’t at all uplifting, but I can’t muster uplifting today. Sorry. Maybe later in the week. When we took in our Yorkie, Josie, two years ago this past Thanksgiving, we didn’t know if we’d have a week, a year, or more with her. At ten years old, she was surrendered to the vet because of seizures. When they asked, we ultimately couldn’t say no. What if she had more life in her? We cared for her and fell in love with her. She became family.
Today, I woke up to her in the worst state I’ve seen her. I rushed her to the vet and they are keeping her comfortable until this afternoon. When my husband gets home from work, we’ll go see her. We’ll have to decide if it is “time.” We knew this day would come, but I’m still not ready for it.
UPDATE: Josie showed no improvement by that afternoon. We made the decision to say goodbye to her so she wouldn’t suffer. She will be missed.
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