The vet called today. I have caller ID, so I knew it was them, and still I answered the phone. She asked for me.
"We have Isabelle's remains."
"Okay, thank you," I say and hang up.
Isabelle's remains.
All that remains of Isabelle.
Ready to be picked up now.
The finality weights me soundly to mortality, to the reality of loss.
All that remains.
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