this weekend we found out favorite has cancer.
i have nothing to say. there aren’t words, sentences, poems, photos which equal my sawyer’s sweetness. i cry stupid, pointless tears.
it’s in his lungs.
he has no idea. nothing hurts.
the tail keeps flopping on that damn hardwood floor.
mommy has a new bed downstairs with sawyer. the doctor doesn’t know how long. he is old. he has put up with insulin shots twice a day for the last 6 years.
we wait until the tail stops wagging.
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