My sister’s dog, Tammy…she died, was ‘put down’ as that particular euphemism goes. I can’t discuss the lovely pooch; she shuts me down and places me in a no-go place. It must have been terribly agonizing for Barb and I can’t begin to approach the pain she experienced when Tammy got the needle.
What remains is a hole, an awful silence.
Somewhere Tammy is rollicking free, naked, and supremely happy.
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