In
times such as these, I think of my vulnerability.
Never
when I was young and capable, strength of
an
ox, and will strong as steel, would I entertain such
a
loathsome notion—
one
slip and fall could immobilize me and end it all,
home
alone and helpless to recover on my own.
At
times I have resigned myself to the inevitability of
such
a fate.
On
the refrigerator, a pink legal document hangs—
Do
Not Resuscitate!
No
hospital or nursing home for me. I’m serious, leave
me
be. But one worry, one concern remains for me—
rescue
and care for my two small dogs.
The
older one, Apollo, needs to be taken out frequently
to
pee; the younger, Carmen, is trained to go inside on a
doggy
pad if necessary.
No
dog pound or shelter for either, please. Euthanize and
cremate
if need be. Should I be found comatose, and
if
legal, do the same with me. No Last Rites or memorial,
for
neither my pups nor I are ordained religiously.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 3-24-2020
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