A pet crate sits open on the counter of the veterinarian’s office.

Endless stories pour out of me

And nestle in my brain


Of joy

Of grief

Of the possibility of a new family member

Of the loss of an old one

Of a rescue

Of a life saved

Of a life lost

Or maybe it’s just a donation of a crate

But the simple truth is

There is an open crate sitting on the counter.

And really, every moment is like that.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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1 Response to Prompts

  1. Mickey Taylor says:

    I’ve gone through this whole thing just as you describe. Was almost in tears when suddenly the Vet Assistant came out and thanked a woman with her for giving them the crate. I had a moment of relief before I started fretting over what had happened that she no longer needed the crate😧

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