The smell of his wet fur is still present on my hands. The damp towel lies soiled in the box from where his broken body layed.
Nervously I present him to the vet – full, not of hope, but of questions. “What can we do for him?” “Fix his breaks or ease his suffering?” I was clueless how to help, I just knew I couldn’t leave him dying alone in that field.
Just an hour ago he appeared on our porch – a stray – crying to come in.
Just moments ago he was purring and loving on my daughter.
Just seconds ago he was weaving between her feet, making us giddy as she attempted to get to the bus. He scampers on the bus and on to the seat – much to the delight of the students and the driver.
He’s deaf, he’s broken, there’s nothing they can do….
And now, “We’ll make this quick. We’ll end his suffering,” she said.
It was a quiet morning that I’ll never forget.
It was joy and then it was sorrow.