…the Monday morning after…
Its been a tough weekend…Late Friday afternoon, G. left work early to go home to prepare for an event planned in her honour for that evening… and discovered that our very sick dog (lymphosarcoma) had gotten very much worse. (I had walked him that morning and noticed that he was taking way too much time to trot through the same distances that we had done together for years. He was also having obvious trouble ‘lifting his leg’. I didn’t mention this to G., not wanting to distress her and add an additional concern to what was scheduled to be a … Continue reading …the Monday morning after…
