Or what it’s like to hear and feel a life leaving a body.
There comes a time in life where death in general begins to creep more frequently into our experience; more than that, into our minds.
From the age of 40 onwards, it begins to happen more often around us, either to people we know and love, or friends of friends, our pets, acquaintances and famous artists we have known and loved most of our lives.
Today was a sad, strange and beautiful day all in one.
I went with my sister Tucha and my best friend Claudio to the vet to have her twelve year old dog, Zezinha, put down.
She had gone blind, and had a cancer of the oesophagus which had heavily metastasized.
It had come to the point where she could hardly walk. As it had spread to her organs, she was suffering from dementia, and would aimlessly and incessantly amble around the house, bumping into everything.
She stopped drinking water. Her tail would no longer wag on any occasion. The time had come.
My sister says that shortly before I arrived, as she took her for her last short walk around the block, she seemed to want to stay on the grass and would not follow her home as she usually would after relieving herself.
