euthanized dogs know something i don't. i, too, wish to be handled with delicacy in such overwhelming pain. surrounded by tears and words of affirmation— they're fed delicious cheeseburgers and poisonous chocolate. smothered in kisses, soothed by whispers of comfort, softly caressed down their fur. i yearn to be held like it’s the last time,  yet remain oblivious  to my fate. most of all, i am jealous  of a dog's easy way out. painlessly  released from their suffering— let go  as an act of love. when a dog is sprawled out on a white-tableclothed counter— i am envious they do not know  it is their final goodbye.