Tuesday, April 24, 2012

About Chevy







I’ve been dreading this post.

Tomorrow I will take Chevy to the vet. And I will come home empty-handed.

Chevy is blind and deaf, senile and disoriented. Most of the time she doesn’t know where she is.

She’s 18. She’s had a good, long life. We’ve been good to her. She’s been a loyal friend. She's given us unconditional love and allowed us to love her unconditionally. 

We all say those things about our beloved pets. And they're true. 

But tomorrow I will take Chevy to the vet. And I will come home empty-handed.

1 comment:

JoLynne Lyon said...

Janet, I love you and I loved Chevy. I know how you feel, and I will miss her nosing around the kitchen table.