I took my lead from him, unshed tears blurred my vision.
“It was his time,” he said.
The floodgates burst open and my uncontrollable sobbing started. Shoulders shuddering and heaving, I felt his arms pull me into the warmest hug I’ve felt since my dear wife passed away.
“It really was his time.”
He may have been right but neither his words nor his arms did anything to ease my grief.
I shuffled and stumbled to the door, avoiding the looks of the others in the waiting area. They knew the significance of leaving the vet’s with an empty lead.