Between my sobs and wailings, as I held my beloved doggie in my arms and the vet administered her sedative and final medication, her light flickered and then went out.
That's the only way I can describe it. She was there. She gasped. She was gone. Like the light of a candle.
I think I can understand how a religious person believes in the whole "spirit leaving the body" thing. When Salad took her last breath in my arms, the room changed. No longer was I holding her, but rather her shell. She wasn't there anymore. It was so surreal.
I held her body for a while longer, gave her a kiss and that was it.
Thanks for being my friend, Salad.
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| Salad 2001 - 2014 |
