RIP

Elegy for Pinball.

Pinball spent her last day at Hermitage Veterinary Hospital. My daughter Katie and I went to say goodbye.

We waited in a room while Dr. Purcell prepared her for her injection.

Katie and I were falling apart. I tried to get angry, desperate to lash out. I wanted to explode, but I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, anger would not rise. Instead, sadness weighed me down, too heavy, unbearable.

It was Pinball’s last gift to me. She wouldn’t allow bitterness and bile to flow into her farewell, or into me. Love and sadness, but not anger.

She let me know it was time to let it go.

I did.

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