They should have already started Damien’s operation by now. Think happy thoughts, everyone!
I told him he didn’t need to go “anywhere else” and that we wanted him here at least a hundred times. He’s been lovable and affectionate these last few days – I worry that he’s trying to say goodbye, but what I hope he’s saying is “I really, really, really want to keep living here.”
Oh, and I’ve got Bob Marley’s “No Woman No Cry” stuck in my head. I think it’s keeping me sane. I hope it’s keeping me sane….