Last Sunday night, I said goodbye to him again. Knowing he had to see a vet. That was all I knew. I cuddled him, then told him he can go. Thanked him for being my friend and loving me. Later I fell asleep with my hand held against his back.
Musings from an Autistic woman
Last Sunday night, I said goodbye to him again. Knowing he had to see a vet. That was all I knew. I cuddled him, then told him he can go. Thanked him for being my friend and loving me. Later I fell asleep with my hand held against his back.