the beautiful face that has always made me smile
we sat in the back yard today, in the warm spring evening, on the grass.
she struggles to move. she hears very little. she sleeps mostly. she can’t get up on her own much. she is losing control of her bowels regularly. she has lost a lot of weight. she’s on soft food now. she doesn’t have that same excitement.
today i sat next to her and she licked me furiously, insistently, as i cried. i need to make the decision. i’ve never done this before. we’ve lived through so much since i brought you home that thanksgiving eve. you’ve been my constant, my unconditional.
how do i do this. when do i do this.