by Suzanne Schultz / Beth Carter

She’s old. Losing control over bodily functions. Teeth gone. Hearing hampered. Tail listlessly wagging at the sound of my voice. Favored toys stored in a box, disgarded. Yet eyes still bright with love. Unceasingly striving to please. What to choose? Continued frustration and pain. Or well-deserved repose? Slumber or wakefulness? Because I love her, Slumber.

In loving memory of Kayla. My 15 year old long hair chia mix.
7-3-94 to 8-5-09


Suzanne Schultz