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A Lifetime of Mondays

I want Monday back. I know, right? I hate Mondays, yet I want last Monday and every Monday before that back. I would do anything to have the ability to rewind time.


Skinny thighs and a face without wrinkles. Duh. But that’s not all. I want more time with Daisy.

That silly, little one-eyed pug who stole my heart 13 years ago isn’t going to be here much longer. My girl can barely get around these days. She can’t jump on the couch or even go on a nightly walk. It’s fucking heartbreaking. I’ve selfishly been trying to ignore her pain because I can’t image life without her, but it’s time to stop thinking about myself and think about her.

Saturday we’re going to take a trip to see her least favorite person in the world: her vet. He will assess her pain and tell me if it’s time to let her go or not. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I’m not sure if I can do this, but I guess I don’t really have a choice.

I’m so not ready for this. And yet I have to be.


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