Putting down a pet from the veterinarian’s point of view.
A small whimper leaks out from the heap and
The stainless steel table clacks and taps
Letting you hear her last movements.
She wonders, if she can
What that needle may be for.
You give a look to tell what is meant
For that long, silver, piece of steel.
She seems to accept this almost like this is for her.
All the sunrises and sunsets of her life culminate
In this perfect moment you have with each other.
She lets death into her as you slide
The point deep into her flesh, taking care,
Holding the fur away from the skin.
Her tail wags as you see her life-fire,
Fade from those deep brown eyes.
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