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.