Restoring Hope
It represented a rational,
an entirely practical decision.
After years of catering to
the needs of their small
companion, its advanced age
and sudden ill health
its cherished presence
comforting their lives
had come to an end. And,
nor would they ever again
willingly suffer the anguish
of a repeat. This little fellow
would be their last. So, they
wept as they took him for
the catastrophic diagnosis
X-rays and blood tests had
revealed prompting that decision,
leading to euthanasia. Yet
now they await the alternative
results. They succumbed to
post-surgical recovery and
the hope that another year of
companionship had been snatched
impulsively, from death.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
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Poetry
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