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 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.