waxangel

I just found out that the love of my life, my dog Janelle, is not getting around well, and has to be helped up the front steps, into and out of the car, etc. I told her long ago that she wasn't allowed to die, and she always does what I say, but cruel Fate has obviously decided that if she won't die, it can at least make her miserable and old. Fuck. I just want to fly down there right now and hold her and let her lick my face.