i noticed as i wrote the title that death seems to be a recurring topic here. no, it's not that i'm morbid (maybe slightly) nor is it because i am obsessed by it. death is just all around us, a part of us, directly, or not. expected or otherwise. whether we acknowledge it or ignore it, it is an essential part of life, to keep the equation balanced, and to make all things equal. for in death, nothing escapes, nothing is spared.
when death calls, all will have to answer. when death calls, none is given a second chance.
who gets to decide, really? i mean, when the time comes for a pet to expire, does the vet or the owner have the right to say that, tis the time to say good-bye? or the doctor who gives the news that the time to pull the respirator has come? the murderer who robs the last breath of the victim? who gets to be god and decide?
NO ONE. none has the right. not even the person who takes his own life. for it is not their decision to make. not his, not yours, not mine. for we who decide, are merely heeding the age old call of death. we are merely the hand that carries out the task. the voice that proclaims that the time has come. we are merely the messenger.
when death calls.
good bye to all, to those who have answered the call, the past the present and the future. to those we have lost, am losing and those that we will come to lose. to those we had to aid in their passing. to those who passed away in sorrow, in pain, in anger, in fear, in shock, in delight, in greed, in happiness, in love, in honour, in pride, in responsibility, in sacrifice, in contempt, in hopelessness, in nonchalance.
when death calls.
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i know how it feels when death comes knocking on d door looking for ur beloved pet. n to make that feeling worse, i was away when my pet had 2 die...
althou it's been a yr now, i still miss her and i hope she's not mad at me for not being there when she passed for she has always been there for me...
no matter how long i've worked, how many pets have died in my hands, with or without my help, i can never get immune to it. for the last draw of breath draws a bit a me together with it, and is lost forever. never to be found. and as the memories fade, so do i....
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