Moisture burning her vision. In the dark, it hides her eyes. Teardrops. Clinging onto her, one falls onto her lap and stains her skirt. She mourns.
Comfort her. Tell her it will be okay. That the shadow of a moment may not stretch into tomorrow’s light. That the ocean, at its blackest is still a reflection of the sky, and she will not drown.
But the tide has come to take you home. To her smile and her strength she bids farewell. Her heart, a piece borrowed and now returned, departs with you. She says goodbye.
Slowly, the oxygen saturation dropped. Gradually, the alarms sounded. Insisting. Imploring us to do something. We turned them off. Made him comfortable. But we knew we couldn’t hide the truth.
We were letting him suffocate.
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A lucid man. A failing lung. A decision made. A breathing tube placed—just temporarily— until the lungs healed. Until they got stronger. Until he got stronger. But I saw the regret the moment it was inserted. Nevertheless. We agreed to give it a chance.
But days passed. Then weeks. No improvement. Being alert, he communicated with us well. Through his writing, I got to know him well. His adventures. His best memory. His regrets in life. He was a good man.
But a man who never desired to live like this.
While the family disputed on what course of action to take next, he remained calm and unwavering.
“Please let me go.” was what he would say.
Then finally the moment came.
The time to say goodbye.
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That day, I let myself weep during rounds. In front of a crowd of stoic faces. To weep over a friend. To weep over a human being. Over his courage. An impossible decision. The loss of a life. Everything.
A few words by Shakespeare which speak more truthfully than any piece I could write at the moment…
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Sometime break forth; and they can well declare The heart’s unrest, and how that it doth fare, The pain thereof, the grief, and all the rest. The watered eye, from whence the tears do fall, Do feel some force or else they would be dry…
Today, I feel super duper happy and warm and fuzzy all over. Why?? Well…because my big sis Puppydoc is letting me write the blog post! Me! While my blogging ability is nowhere near that of my fellow furball professionals (e.g. Sammy and Noodle), I will sure try my best!
Today I would like to take the opportunity to answer a very important question:
“Is it really true that Samantha and PuppyDoc are identical twins?”
While the unfortunate answer is a surprising NO– we are not of the same maternal oocyte… we DO indeed have many things in common…which leads me to…
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7 Reasons Samantha and PuppyDoc are Like Twins:
1- Firstly, we are both a tad bit silly…hehe. 2- Secondly, we are both super cuddly… 3- …and we both like smooches and hugs. 4- We both speak our hearts in the way of poetry (don’t believe me? CLICK HERE!) 5- We both kind of like to think of ourselves as being of the macho canine breed. Woof! 6- We are both really sentimental. 7- Finally, while Puppydoc treats diseases, I have been told that my presence is VERY therapeutic. 😀
So see?? We ARE practically identical!
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Now, for a big thank you. Thank you, Mysterious Mind of Mine for thinking of us!! Please go visit the blog. It is lovely!
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And now, I would like (with Puppydoc’s okay)
to nominate a few furry bloggers I admire:
1-Thank the person who nominated you and link their blog in the post. 2-Copy the rules and add the blog award badge as an image 3-Share 7 facts about yourself to your fellow bloggers. 4-Then nominate 15 people (I of course didn’t do this much).
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