Decline
You spend sixteen years with someone, you learn to read signs. The funny thing is, your optimism also gets the better of you. And so, we’re playing that game now. Good moments are blown way out of proportion, bad moments are horrifyingly painful to watch—and quickly pushed back to the cobwebs of the brain.
Spent half the day at the vet today. It’s the same old shit, same conversations I had three years ago regarding my father. The word “disease” being said far too frequently. Emma’s not doing so well.
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Rob,
am sorry to hear Emma not doing too good and you are in such pain. i know how you feel.
wish you well, my friend.
E.
I really feel for you guys. Just reading about Emma brings up such an emotional memory of my two girls. This is such a tough time for the three of you and I am so sad.
All my thoughts are with you guys.
Emotional time… I share in your pain. (Brings back memories of losing so many of my own furkids…)
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Brenda, and of course… your dear Emma.
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