Death

The past week, the family's oldest dog as been ill. First we thought he dug into the hamhock bones tossed in our pile for fertilizer. Now, today, we know that he is coming to the end. The old man, as we have come to call him, is 14 years old. While some will be upset because we didn't take him to a vet to have him put down, first I must say is tat dying of old age is a natural stage of being, secondly, a person must have the cash to do so. As a human, I prefer to die at home with people I know. Do animals think this way? I don't know. Then there is the family leaving it up to mom to do the "necessary" chore. If they cannot do the necessary chore, what makes them think I can? Did I talk myself out of it, did I cop out with the words I wrote above? Yes. No. I did my best.

Since I Have Faced the Words Aloud

I have come to say a few words aloud. Those words have helped in finding perspective, in knowing what I need to do for my own sanity. I have said these words aloud to those who I converse with on  regular basis, finding comfort in not being judged. Now, when the time comes, to say those words to those closes to me. Here lies the hardest part of equation.