… is there still grace?

Yes, he looked pretty bad ! One eye was injured, blood running down from it. He was resting peacefully in the corner of a building by the street. Kind of waiting, thinking, feeling what might be the best to do next… on grass, leaning against stone, the sky above…

A knock at the back door. Someone walking by: You have a cat sitting out there… injured…! Oh, its not yours? Will walk to the neighbour further down… it may be their’s… Well, this is not a question of ownership, came to mind…

A knock at the front door… The neighbour’s daughter one farm up… You have a cat sitting out there… you better take him to the vet! We discuss his chances… She: …all he need is a shot, he is not going to make it…! Me: … why don’t we just let him be… and sort things out for himself…

We discussed the situation… Well, in short… she took him to the vet… the vet poisoned him…we paid for the visit… my husband volunteered and dug up a little grave.. we took him over in the box, in which she had taken him to the vet… On the invoice the note: Euthanasie…

Got thinking. If it was me… I would have preferred to sit in that corner… peacefully… waiting for life to pass on… or a signal to continue and heal… I would have liked to save him from the fear of foreigners (girl, vet…), unknown circumstances (car, office…)… and the poison…

Still think the decision was his to make… to stay for an uphill battle or to leave in peace… Is this not how life is set up… What would you have done…?

Age 71… ready to learn… and share…