After a dramatic accident, the decision was made to euthanasia. He was young and loved. The farewell is touchingly beautiful. Afterwards, alone in my car, comes the discharge. Shamelessly I cry and two coats of waterproof mascara land on my cheeks. I’m parked antisocially, half on the sidewalk near the cemetery. Then a police officer knocks on the window. I quickly wipe my eyes dry and open the window. The officer: “Oh, sorry, ma’am. Sorry for your loss. You cry on, you know.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of October 11, 2022