TODAY I need to write a letter of thanks to people I have known all my life.
I have to confess I did not think of them that often and I most definitely did NOT like visiting them.
There was no food on the cold table, they touched me intimately and poked me with sharp needles.
I could not wait to get out of there. Fortunately I visited them only once a year.
About a month ago I woke up and I did not feel good at all. I was hurting all over. I did not want to eat or go outside to play. I only wanted to stay in bed.
I did not even mind visiting those people. They gently touched me and gave me stuff to make me feel better. And it did, but only for a short while. Soon I was hurting again. Some days I simply did not want to eat at all and the sun was just too bright.
So I stayed inside and just lay next to you. And I really tried to get better because I knew it meant so much to you.
Last week you took me for another visit. You were so sad when the kind man told you it was time to let go.
I know you did not want to. We had such good times together.
Thank you, Dr Singery (and staff), for taking such good care of me, for showing so much compassion and for having the courage to do what my human struggled so hard with.
SNEAKER
