In response to today’s Daily Post
Sometimes you just know things, right? Even though you want to do the emotional equivalent of turning in bed and pulling the covers over your head, you have to deal with what your gut has been telling you.
Was it just this week? Or has it been longer that I knew?
This morning, sitting in a darkened room with my good friend and veterinarian, looking at x-rays, I forced my heart to pull back the covers and admit what my gut has been saying: it’s cancer.
My best friend of over thirteen years, my heart-dog, will be leaving me by Christmas.