The vet shaved my cat’s leg, revealing pink flesh, that blue lifeline. I rubbed her between the ears. Bella peered up at me, her tail twitching. There was an air of certainty around her—as if she knew everything would be all right. That she was loved. That I would never hurt her.
Whenever I heard the term ‘put to sleep,’ I imagined it just like that. I imagined peace would fall over Bella like an extra blanket. I imagined her emerald eyes would flutter to a close.
Instead, her body went slack, her eyes staring, unseeing, and wide…wide open.