Death

That enigma of an ending to all living things.  The thing most fear more than anything.  How we all treat death defines or existance.

This morning I was awakened by my step sister's frantic pleas for help.  My step mom's dog was dying and she didn't know what to do.  As a clawed through the blankets to help her.  I promptly fell out of bed.  I went up stairs to find Jocelyn in tears as she sat and watched Baylee struggle to stand.  I went over to assist the poor creature and yelled for Jocelyn to find me a towel as poor Baylee was bleeding out of his mouth.  Jocelyn was to terrified to pick him up.  I went over calmly and picked Baylee up and wiped the blood from his face.  Jocelyn has never been faced with death and didn't know how to react to the situation.  She was terrified of holding him encase he died in her arms.  I sat there holding the dog with my sister in tears until Paige could come home.  They then took him to the vet.  Baylee will be put to sleep rather than suffer in the last minutes of his life. 

I do not have the attachment to Baylee that they do and so I can look on impassively as their best friend dies after a life filled with love.  I fell sympathy that he had to suffer as much as he did.  I also feel empathy for my family as their treasured friend leaves them behind.