Everything Hurts

There are no more pills bottles, syringes, liquid medications sitting on the table.

The medication chart I used to keep track of his dosage schedule is gone.

The fluffy pet bed he used to sleep on has been washed and will be donated to the vet.

I didn't have to sleep curled around a furry body last night.

There is silence instead of the clickclickclick of his claws on the wood floors.

There are no more vet visits written on the calendar.

I only had to put down two plates of food this morning, instead of three.


All the things I don't see and don't hear are deafening.