Post euthanasia the vet walked me out
to ask “Should we put you on the new Kitty
list? We get so many litters in spring.”
Startled by the image of my ancient
kitty as a kitten, I stammered “No,
I need more time.” Later, I did the math.
It’s possible, I concluded. Twenty
years from now, I’ll only be eighty four
and I could partner another after that.
I plan to live until one hundred when,
I hope, someone will do for me what I
did for my so ancient kitty at last.
Got to make a Living Will while I can—
got to make a million copies so none
can trouble the decision with their guilt:
When I can't move myself or change or eat
be merciful and let me go easy
like a loving and loved ancient kitty.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast