A Dog Died Today
They put him on the grey table, all stretched out. He was large. He was young, no more than 2 years old. Is this the dog, someone wearing a white smock and holding a needle asked. Yes, she said. This is him. A shame, the vet said. It is, but we have no more space here at the shelter. He has to go. Do you know if he ever belonged to anyone? The woman shook her head. Her eyes were moist. A good Samaritan found him and brought him here. He’s been with us over 3 months. You are a good dog, lad. It’s not your fault. The vet petted the dog’s head. He was in his late 20s. Here we go. I am so sorry. It won’t hurt.