by M. H. Callway
Margaret sat alone in the vet’s examining room, clutching the empty cat carrier the way she’d held Mr. Kim in his blanket. All over now. Death was so simple, so complete. Why did she still fear it when it seemed the most natural thing in the world? The young technician came back into the room carrying a pamphlet. She began explaining the different options for pet memorials. If Margaret wanted to be certain that she’d have only Mr. Kim’s ashes in the urn, instead of commingled pet remains, the cost would be far greater.