A Gentle Way To Die
But he grew old. With cancer of his spine, maybe elsewhere, he was no longer interested in food and his bladder and bowels were embarrassingly out of his control. Sadly I watched the doctor shave his thin forearm, stroked his soft, vibrating side as the needle was prepared. Gov didn’t even flinch when it slid in. About five seconds, the gold eyes glazed, then half-closed and the purr stopped. No pain....