Entering a stranger’s home — especially at the emotionally charged time when they are facing the end of their beloved pet’s life — is always uncertain. Most people are gracious, thankful, tearful. Some are speechless with grief. Others are angry and ready to blame — as was one inebriated, distressed man I encountered on a late Thanksgiving night. Arms around his dog yelling, “No, stay away from us!” when I arrived. Later as I left though, he hugged me tightly, reminding me how powerful kind words and a gentle touch can be.
Often it’s the most difficult matters in life that are hardest to consider, much less discuss. And it is just such matters that call for the greatest care and consideration. If we are to make choices we’ll be at peace with — when the moment arrives, and after it’s passed — we must face the hard things.
Death is the hardest of them all.