I'D FEEL BETTER ABOUT PET HEAVEN IF I COULD SEE IT.

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BARGAINING
Okay. I know he’ll eat if I go to Costco once a week and get him a Rotisserie chicken. Rinse it so he doesn’t get a stomachache. Chop it up in the mini-chopper so he can stop this choking after he eats. Or, better yet, I’ll put down tiny bits of finely chopped food in two minute intervals. That way he has to chew it really well. Then, on alternate days I’ll go to Burger King. He loves the burgers. Oh, look at this: a herbal supplement with CoQ 10. Good for the heart.
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“Medicine is always bitter to the taste.”

I am reading a fortune cookie from the Chinese food David went out to get to make up for the chicken incident.
I watched the vet lay Woody down on the stainless steel exam table I had held him at countless times for exams. Only this was the last time…. Why didn’t I let him go in his own time? Why did I bring him to the vet to die?

Woody hadn’t eaten for days before he died, and so I was unable to sneak his heart medication into his food. Could not having his medicine have caused his death? I’m terrible. I should have made him swallow the medicine.
He: You helped me. I needed you to help me. That was the love I needed then.
Me: I did it wrong. I should have let you go your own way.
He: We both had to surrender.
Peace is only in the letting go.
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