Jun 14, 2007 19:23
It hasn't even been a week since Uncle Tom's funeral.
Mom's made an appointment to put Charlie to sleep tommarrow.
God how arrogant are we, the human race. Who are we to say when it's an animals time has come. Yes Charlie's an old rabbit. Yes, he's been sick. Yes, he has arthritis. I also know a lot of old sick people with arthritis, both my parents in fact. Heck Dad has a harder time walking than Charlie. Does that mean we should be putting him to sleep too?
'Put to sleep'. Sounds so gentle, like he's dreaming. "End his suffering' like we're helping him. If you're going to do say it. You're KILLING him. Yes he's suffering. And he's fighting. As hard as it is he's not giving up, instead doing his best each day. Who the hell are we to tell him that his efforts were completely pointless?
Tonight I making a special dinner with all his favorite foods. Tomorrow, well, I'm seriously considering just opening the door and letting him run away. If he doesn't, I'm going to spend the day with Peter. As much as I want to be with Charlie for his last moments, this isn't something I can be a party to.
Mom said not to cry because we're going out to dinner tonight.
Why won't anyone let me cry.