At 3:58 on euthanasia day, I lifted the syringe for an old orange cat abandoned with a child’s note—and realized I was seconds away from killing the only thing another broken family had left. “Put him on the table, please.”

But tonight there is an old orange cat asleep on my couch instead of dying under fluorescent lights.
And tonight, for once, the math did not win.
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