Mimi

You were thirteen. Bad heart, the vet said. He was wrong. A wonderful heart guided the truest, wisest, most loving dog I have ever known. I promised you during each panicked attack that I would not fail you.

The day came when I could no longer rationalize delay. With you as usual stretched alongside my leg, we drove to the clinic.

Inside, they told me I could hold you as you went to sleep. As they inserted the needle, your warm, damp tongue gave my hand a swift lick. Whether in thanks or with forgiveness I will never know.