Sorrow

Libby and Sarah were in middle school now, so I rode PG-8 home all alone. I walked from the bus stop through rain and puddles until, from the driveway, I saw my family, miserable, huddled in the mudroom, waiting. Something was not right. Indeed, Arrow, our basset, was dying and the vet was scheduled to put her down that afternoon. We sobbed as we cuddled with her for the last time, as we said goodbye. I took a mental picture as the jeep drove away; as she sat seneley in the passenger seat, looking back at us, full of sorrow.