The supreme irony is that yesterday was the one year anniversary of finding out he had cancer.
I was going to take him to pet stores to mark my gratitude and happiness that he is still here a year later and give him a trip that wasn’t to a vet.
He did get to leave the house after all but not like I wanted.
This can’t be happening.
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I hurt for you and you are close in my prayers.
Are you somewhere safe now? Hubby and dogs too?
I know this sounds really trite right now, but this too shall pass. However, I know you sure didn’t need this on top of everything else and this sucks. I will keep praying for all of you.