Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Liberty

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering, And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
  • Emily Dickinson

Today, after 21 very good and happy years followed by a few very difficult weeks of decline, my love, my heart, Winston, was finally given the liberty to die. We grieve, we grieve. 


My deepest thanks to Dr. Charron Bryant, who carefully eased Winston's final minutes and gave us comfort the best he could.  



Rest in peace my old beloved friend.

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4 comments:

  1. merinzSeptember 23, 2009 at 2:38 PM

    Its a sad occasion, and I found that having to make the decision to end the life made it even worse. My sympathy to you.

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  2. Veronica WaldSeptember 23, 2009 at 5:04 PM

    Thanks, merinz. I know you went through it yourself not long ago. Immediately afterward it was amply clear it was the right decision, but I was not so sure beforehand. May our dear hearts rest in peace now.

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  3. Bill S.September 24, 2009 at 2:22 PM

    Sorry. To love another creature of God is devine.

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  4. Veronica WaldSeptember 25, 2009 at 10:26 AM

    Thank you, Bill.

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