I had planned to finish writing a prosery for dVerse today. Or maybe start a poem on the colour blue, also from dVerse. Instead, when I got home after walking home from work, I opened the mailbox (because the kids just don’t ever think of looking in that strange box beside the door) and found a card.
When I looked at the return address, I suspected I knew what it was. What I wasn’t prepare for was my reaction to opening this card.
I had called Mon Vet Privé (My Private Vet) to come and do the necessary to make Zeke’s trip over the Rainbow Bridge a calm and stress-free one. I will never regret that choice. The vet, Dr. Monette, and her assistant, Daphnée, were so gentle, respectful and solicitous.
Zeke greeted them at the door and allowed them to check him over, totally trusting them. They explained each step and it went over exactly as they said it would. Gently. They stepped away so we could officially say our good-byes and when we let them know we were done, they came back with a stretcher, a body bag and a blanket to cover him. We watched them drive away, hearts heavy but knowing we had let him go with grace and dignity.
It’s never easy to say good-bye to a furry member of the family and when the time comes, you want it to be as gentle as this was. So this card, I got?
Inside the card was a little baggie of his fur (not so sure I’ll keep that – as Iain said, it feels like something a serial killer keeps!) a print of his paw and nose… I never, ever was expecting that.
It says: In Memory of Zeke, from all the Team at Mon Vet Privé and the bottom says: we offer our most sincere sympathies on the passing of Zeke. Signed by most of the team.
I had heard some veterinary clinics sent condolence cards, but honestly? This was above and beyond I was so deeply touched, it confirmed I had made the right choice.