In my mind the call to the vet’s office was going to go like this:
Yes, hello, Mary, and a happy Thanksgiving holiday as well. Say, Brent and I have decided that it is time to put Zoe to sleep. She is having a difficult time with the colder weather and we feel it would be more merciful to let her go . . . yes, thank you and have a pleasant day.
Here’s what really happened:
Mary . . . WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Did Zoe pass away?
No, but it’s WHAAAAAAA time . . . WHAAAAA
Okay, let me know when you’re ready to bring her up.
WHAAAAAAA! (heave, snort) today.
Do you want to sit with her?
I don’t think I canWHAAAAAA!!
Okay. Do you want the body?
No. Yuck. Do people want the body?
Okay, we’ll cremate her. Do you want the ashes?
No. Yuck. What would I do with those?
Okay. We’ll expect her this morning.
So far, so good.