I’ve been following a blog written by a veterinarian assistant, detailing the animals she has had to put to sleep on a daily basis. Morbid as it may sound, this is perhaps her way of paying respect to the life that once was.
Suddenly I’m reminded of Mother Teresa, and her fight to shelter and care for the sick in their very last moments. Instead of letting them die out on the streets, she brought them in and clothed and fed them.
And sometimes, I think of my own mortality.
And I think, there is no dignity in dying.
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