A Horse Walks into a Bar: A Novel by David Grossman:
The dog drank some water. Her long ears touched the floor on either side of the dish. She has big bald patches all over her body and she’s almost blind. The vet wants me to put her down. He’s thirty-one. I imagine that in his view I’m also a candidate for euthanasia. I put my feet up on a chair and tried to calm down. Three years ago, because of these outbursts, I lost my job. And it occurs to me: Who knows what I’ve lost now?
“On the other other hand,” he went on, and only then did I realize how long the silence had lasted, each of us lost in his own thoughts, “when you do stand-up you sometimes make people laugh, and that’s no small thing.”