I arrived early to work the Monday following Josie’s passing. My morning routine had changed drastically now that I no longer had to do all the little things for Josie. I pulled into the parking lot, parked the truck and glanced at the clock. Before going inside I had to make the phone call I had been dreading since Saturday night.
“Hello. How can I help you?” the receptionist at Josie’s oncologist’s office answered.
“I need to cancel Josie’s next appointment.” I said, my voice cracking.
“Okay – one moment while I look this up. Josie, you said? That is on October 20th? Not a problem.” She sounded cheery. “Do you need to reschedule?”
“No. Josie passed away this weekend.” I said, as the flood of tears came rushing back.
“Oh.” Her voice turning from cheer to sympathy. “I’m so sorry. I’ll let Dr. W know.”
“Thank you.” I said, holding it together a few more minutes to get the words out. The grateful words of a dog owner. “And thank you all, for everything you did for Josie.”
With the call finally over, I sat in my truck composing myself for the long day ahead.