My Last 39 Minutes

I lie here on my bed, a survivor of world chaos and a very disgruntled citizen of the New World Order. All those older than I am now were initially exterminated without initial notification. Many folks these days are not so lucky as I. Those with bad health issues are forced to die even sooner. Having lived my allotted 77 to 78 years, I am now surrounded by my dear sisters, two children, and three grandchildren - one whose unborn child I won’t see in this life. I’d always loved how Mark Twain said (true to his words) that he came in with Halley’s Comet and expected to go out with it. I have chosen my own birthday(as we all may do) as the time of my state-ordered euthanasia. Why delay the inevitable by eleven months more? My drug was administered 20 minutes ago at the same time of 9:15 a.m as when I came into this world 77 years ago. I can expect maybe 10 minutes longer to survive. My goodbyes have been said. I see eyes filled with tears. I’ve ask my loved ones to celebrate their memories of me. My heart swells with sadness for what they’ll be facing in a world where human life holds so little value any more. I hardly feel my body! As my daughter hugs my neck - Oh, my, I see a light, and inside it there appears my miniature Eskimo dog Ollyver - a pet whose love for me was so unconditionally pure. With utter delight, I find my spirit moving toward him as he wags his tail in gleeful anticipation.