Well, it nearly happened the other day. I just found out one of my pets is very ill. When he got home, I told him about it, and the cold, insensitive response I got was too much. I told him I knew he hated me, but he could have showed a little compassion. He didn't say a word, just walked into the back room He was back there a long time, and I heard him banging around. He came out, with one change of clothes and he hair stuff and said he was leaving. We talked for nearly and hour standing at the door, but the stuff needed to be said. Finally, I just walked away. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. He didn't leave, but I know it is only a matter of time. He just is looking for somewhere to go.
Another horrible thing... the death of a close family member. Things always come in three's, so I've had mine now... It is time for some relief...
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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