Final thoughts.

I was reading in a usual spot, looking for something new, and I came across something that broke the rut of looking for a new way to laugh at the same joke told differently.

I read that when a dog is dying, they commonly look around for their owner frantically, wishing not to be alone.

Now I’m usually not a very emotional person, but when I read that, I broke down. I didn’t have the opportunity to be there for my dog when she died, and I thought I was over it.

I thought of how it would feel to feel alone, on a deathbed. It was not a comforting experience.

Maybe I’ll forgive myself eventually. Today is not that day.