What Did You Expect?

On saying goodbye to Hank

The day before I brought my dog to the vet to be euthanized, I thought often of being in labor with my son. Certain parallels were obvious: the anticipation of a medical event, tedium shot through with terror, the sense of enduring a moment after which nothing would be the same. There was also the dog’s role in my labor. Hank knew it was happening befor…