Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Did I do it too soon?
Are you happier where you are now?
Could I have nursed you along for another few months?
Are you somewhere chasing bunnies? Barking at the mailman?
No more needles, baby. No more bland diet. No more blindness. No more weak legs.
I miss you so much, Sculls.
Please come visit me in my dreams. Please.
This is my hardest day.