Or is it the beginning of the end.
She’s white with pink ears.
Eyes half open or all the way closed.
Barely eating – A lick of a spoon with baby food meat
Minimal pee – no poop for 2+ days
Still keeps her eye on us.
She’s 15 years old
Heart of gold
She can’t talk or say what hurts
But something is not right
A trip to the vet is in order tomorrow
A day of hope or maybe sorrow
We love her.
I write and I don’t.
I read and I don’t.
I say I’m waiting for my writing room to be a functional private space. (It takes time.)
Anxiety takes over.
Anticipation — excitement is what I need to focus on.
I need a recliner for my room. RUTH’S ROOM!!
Today feels awkward
Kind of a repeat feeling
Where do I belong?
Don’t get me wrong
I have a compatible partner
It’s just we are trying to make
His childhood house
Sometimes I feel like an intruder
Sometimes I’m angry and feel taken advantage of
But as I nest and rearrange everything
It is becoming my home too.
So many “ghosts” and memories to overcome.
Do I belong here?
Time will tell. I think the answer is yes.