I think when you fall in love, you learn a lesson about pain; the pain that some day you might have to be separated from the one you love the most.
I told my husband, I want us to go together, holding hands and praying to God. ( And have the dogs adopted out to go homes right beforehand.)
Good for the two of you. You’re assuring the dogs the care they will so desperately need.
I have told Mr. Mercat that I want to die first because I don’t know how to put oil in my car. I think I have the gasoline part figured out. We love each other a lot but he’ll be fine without me. He knows how to work the microwave.