Fizzle’s Story

4 The Love Of Animals

After talking to Barb’s family, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they were anticipating her passing with a sense of weary relief, so I was surprised when the hospice nurse called me on the day of Barb’s death and asked me to come out to the home quickly. Then I noticed that several family members were also nursing bleeding wounds. This is ridiculous,” I said, more to myself than my family. “He’s But mean as a rattlesnake,” Barb’s sister said.