Greylock
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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