By Marc Littman
I killed my best friend today. I had no choice. Skip was old and fat. He couldn’t walk anymore because of his ruptured knee.
I tried convincing myself that what I did was humane, even kind. I don’t think Skip felt pain, though he looked up at me with anxious surprise. I tried calming him by keeping his head turned so he couldn’t watch being injected.
I spared Skip the circus of an execution. There was only one other witness. After Skip’s heart stopped, the vet said he is in heaven, but I felt like a devil who sent him there.
Hello Marc,
Heart wrenching. I’ve had a similar experience–as have other readers, I am convinced. Excellent flash piece.
Good twist and a relatable, well-written story.
This went straight to my heart, Marc. I hope writing it helped you. So hard. love to you Anne xxx
The story brought my memory back to the three cats that I stroked and said, “I love you!” to as my vet euthanized them. I had 8, 15 and 11 years of companionship with each cat, but sadly it was time to let them go to cat heaven.
So sad.