Friday, February 28, 2014

Ghost In the Shell

There is something devastatingly sad but also wondrous and amazing being witness to the last breath of a living thing.

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. 

Salad 2001 - 2014