Taking a life leads to much contemplation, even if it is for humane purposes.
Where is my friend who curls up beside me when I am working during the day?
Where is my friend who sleeps on the end of my bed at night and greets me when I wake in the morning?
Where is my friend who gives his unconditional love to me, day in, day out?
I miss my old friend, as I sit here yet again, contemplating life, and death. And try and explain it to my children....