Time to introduce myself to a few home-truths in these cruel days of the shadow of death:
IT'S NOT ABOUT your instinctive need to comfort her when she cries out in the night yet wants for no comfort and will not be touched;
IT'S NOT ABOUT cleaning the house for her when it's already spotless and she never asked you anyway;
IT'S NOT ABOUT seeing if she's taken her medicine when she knows how to do that almost too well;
IT'S ABOUT GIVING THIS DYING DOVE HER TATTERED WINGS AND SETTING HER INTO THE WIND TO TAKE THAT FINAL FLIGHT, BEFORE SHE RESTS IN THE ARMS OF THE UNIVERSAL ALL.