I try to balance preparing for the possibility with not catastrophizing. Some days it's easier than others.
MyGuy turns 73 this year, and I spend more time than I’d like pondering whether/how I can support him as he ages.
Our Bella is a very noisy breather, and it’s so reassuring. She sighs, she whistles, she snores, she mumbles, she snorts so loud she briefly awakens, she wheezes, she makes her side lips flap like sheets on the line. She’s entirely her animal self. When she wants love she simply asks for it, placing her head under a hand or foot or leaning her full weight on a leg or a chest.
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Ahhhhhh.
Truer words were never typed than
MyGuy turns 73 this year, and I spend more time than I’d like pondering whether/how I can support him as he ages.
Our Bella is a very noisy breather, and it’s so reassuring. She sighs, she whistles, she snores, she mumbles, she snorts so loud she briefly awakens, she wheezes, she makes her side lips flap like sheets on the line. She’s entirely her animal self. When she wants love she simply asks for it, placing her head under a hand or foot or leaning her full weight on a leg or a chest.