I held the girl as she held her dog who, had she been able, could have looked eye-level at the woman in the white coat who held a plastic syringe which held the soft, pink poison.
II - Elevation Level
Even though the woman in the white coat told us as she left the room to leave the dead dog on the ground - the remains, she called it - we did not. Placing her instead on the examination table because somehow the cold steel of the unadorned table seemed more dignified than the hard, bleached tile of the floor.
III - Almost as if Alive
Curled around her tale as if asleep. Only a certain, solid stillness showing that she rather something more than slumbered - the now-forever-open, gelatined-eyes removed all doubt. I placed my hand, ever so delicately, overtop the elongated, tapered face and pushed down hoping to restore some lost dignity by closing her eyes - the way they do in movies. Almost as if alive, her eyes, thick with death and slime, opened. They never show that in the movies.