A dear friend — my rock — is in Rangoon. Somewhere.
My once-hefty 15-year-old cat, Spike, is diminishing, diminishing, diminishing.
Little Lucy is limping.
I try, try to be in the moment. Only the present moment.
But something inside is breaking.
Breaking
3 responses to “Breaking”
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I’m sorry to hearing about Spike and now Lucy. You are in my thoughts.
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Rangoon! Oh My.
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That is just so heartbreakingly poignant.
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