They hugged and cried in the parking lot.
“What got me was when the vet said her ashes would be scattered in the foothills.”
“Yeah”
“Tell the kids: no more pets. Not for a while.”
“Okay.”
“Hungry?”
“Dunno. I guess.”
“How about beef? Chicken? Liver?”
“Something dry.”
“Okay.”
“Guess I can take off this tag with her name now”
“Not yet.”
They urinated on a bush and trotted away.