The Bright Side of Going Dark

by Kelly Harms

At seven a.m., I called my vet’s home number and told her it was time. She drove over, and he stood up on three legs and wagged his tail when she came inside. Was it too soon? I asked her. If he was still wagging, was it too soon? She shook her head and told me, “When he is still wagging is the kindest time.”