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.