dad took him to the vet this morning by himself.
and as for the vet's diagnosis...
let's just say that i'm always right.
he's not coming home.
*sigh*
i knew that as i held his head close to mine and stroked his soft bushy ears...
that last look i gave him, the last look he gave me...
we both knew it.
i just didn't want to acknowledge it.
i was wondering what that feeling was today...
well now i know.
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