Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Five
Tea, crisp morning air, the quiet.
A long walk with one of my favorite humans and their four-legged friend. The bright yellow leaves and the firm ground. A bright blue sky and streaky clouds.
He almost seems nervous that we’re here. He doesn’t know what to say.
What I really want to do is go to sleep, but I don’t think that’s the right thing to do.
I think he’s getting taller.
Just want to keep it positive.
That is not how I thought it was going to go. But I believe that we will make it work. I believe it’s going to be okay. Do I have any choice?
Did I take that blood pressure medication?
Reset.
Tomorrow. There is always tomorrow.
