I Witnessed Death, and I Feel Fine

Death is fine, fine, fine

Photo by Leon Seibert on Unsplash

I drove home to help my mother move out of the home I grew up in.

She informed me that her little dog (Yorkie) could no longer walk well enough to relieve herself. She was 18.

My brother and I took her to the vet to be put to sleep. We stayed with her until the end. We cried a lot, despite it not being our dog.