By Susan Gale Wickes
I remember Roxie’s last ride like it was yesterday.
Her little terrier nose stuck outside the car window, searching for an identifiable odor or possibly relishing the early morning air.
We rode for miles in a familiar silence….me, dreading the destination, and Roxie, just being Roxie.
She didn’t know we were headed to the veterinarian’s office. She didn’t know he’d said there was nothing more that could be done. She didn’t see the tears, couldn’t understand the words.
She just knew that it was morning and she was alive.
I just knew that I would never be quite the same.
Heartbreaking, but very well written.
Thanks, Brian. It was years ago, but the memory of that day still remains.
When real-time moments break your heart, they turn out to make the best stories. Reminds me of my Molly, Aggie, Toby, Patchy, Sage, Lovey, Dutchy…You never do forget.
Never! Thanks for taking the time to read and share my feelings.
Sadly familiar. We’ll done.
Thank you, Paula.
I love this! I know it is good when it makes me cry. Great writing and the story is so emotional. Congratulations on a good story!
Thanks, Linda. This one transported me back in time.
This is well written and extremely touching. I’m sure it will strike a chord with many, just as it has with me.
Thank you, Anna.
Touching, and spurs memories of taking beloved pets to the vet… a welcome realistic little tale.
Thanks, Mary. Unfortunately, it’s a trip most of us have made….
Well done, Susan.
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Wonderful! I had a cat named Rude that lived to be over 17 years old. When he died it broke my heart. When he died, I could not bear to take him to the vet to be euthanized, so asked my grandson to do so. I still hiss him to this day. Thanks for a really heat-warming story!
You’re welcome, Bobby…and I know exactly what you mean. In a way, I wish I hadn’t gone along that day. Some memories just stay with you forever….