The One I Love

I drove east on the same highway that I had driven with both birds. I passed the exit where the vet was and continued to the exit of the "petuary". I glanced at the brochure. They even had a little pet hearse. I found it kind of disgusting and wanted to get my poor bird out of that ridiculous place. Even if he was dead. I was a little stunned when my Google map lead me to a real funeral home. With human size hearses. No mention of pets. I cautiously went inside. Viewing rooms were open and people sat in chairs, talking. I was under dressed in my Fuerza Azteca t-shirt. People were looking at me. I went back outside. It was as if I had crashed a funeral.

"Hey, I think I'm at your place" I said with exasperation into my phone from the parking lot. Some gross man sat staring and smiling at me with his feet up on a bench beside the building. Idiot. "Where do I come inside? There is like a funeral going on in there." I continued. "Ah yes, there is a visitation," the woman responded calmly, "just walk straight through and to the back".

So I did. I drove back to my house with a little box of ashes instead of the big chirping cage I had driven east with.