My Friday night has consisted of dog vomit. My poor little Bruce got so sick tonight. I have NO idea why or what caused it - but I was moments away from making an expensive journey to the emergency vet.
She is (or was...I struggle with verb tense...) always the first person I call for opinions/advice. Tonight - I so desperately wanted to call her. "Mom, bruce is vomiting all over the place - what do I do? Should I take him to the vet?" On the other end - her calming, matter of a fact voice would help me reach my decision.
But I don't have that. Not anymore.
And it's awful.
I daydream about talking to her a lot.
It's just so unfair.
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