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Greylock 
I am in the examining room of Greylock's Veterinarian.
I lift Greylock, onto the examining table, and my heart is breaking 'cause he's not trying to wiggle out of my arms.  
As the Doc examines Grey with tender care, I bow my head with resignation.   
 I couldn't help but think, a month earlier my, independent cat would have none of her poking and prodding. 
There is a chair by the wall and I bring it over to sit in front of Greylock, his chin resting on the aluminum table. 
I bring my face close to his and gently rub his head. 
I am saying goodbye to my beloved companion of twenty years, always with a leg rub for his Dad. 
A quick glance from Greylock's eyes to the Doctor and I can see, she is ready with the injection of phenobarbital.
I nod while continuing to softly pet his head. 
“It won't be long.”, she says.  
I hold back the tears, not wanting to upset Grey. 
“Such a good boy, what a good boy you are.”
Slowly, his eyes closed, and the Doctor placed the stethoscope on Greylock's chest.
“He has passed.”
She says to take as much time as I need. 
I sit there caressing the fur on Greylock's back and remember our life together. 
The sadness, I felt was deep.
I know my grief for him will prove a grief felt, only for a few humans. 
Before leaving I look at Grey's closed eyes, and with one last scratch behind his ears say, “You've been such a good boy, such a good boy, and you know, my good boy, your old man will miss you 'till his dying day.”
I did not have a pet after Greylock.

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