The voices of children can be heard from under the rubble

The eventual truth 

We were going to have to put Jodie Foster down. Out of her misery they said. Send her up to the very same farm my parents conjured for me the last time this scenario played out when I was a child.  

She hadn’t been hungry much of late but I kept smuggling pieces of my dinner into her bowl when no one else was looking anyhow. Most of my steak one night and the bulk of a turkey sandwich for lunch and that kind of thing for the last month or so. Hoping that a switch would flip in her brain. 

She knew something was weird about it and I knew she knew that. 

I got the idea that she instinctively sensed that I was bullshitting her somehow. Dogs are so dumb but an old dying dog is wise enough in its way. Knows things we do not.