Tell me this isn't happening...not again.
Tell me this is all a horrible dream, and that I'm going to wake up any minute.
I don't think I can handle going through this again.
I have this feeling...the same one I had when my parents took our dog to the vet for the last time...the one that told me she wasn't coming home.
I want him to come home.
We all want him to come home.
But his kidneys failed...just like my grandma's, back in '99.
It's a little after midnight...they've been gone for almost eight hours.
The last I heard they were taking him to a different hospital..I don't know why.
I can't sleep until I know what's happening..until I know he's okay.
But knowing me I'm going to fall asleep before they even get home..and I'll be woken up in the wee hours of the morning to be told something horrible..something I can't even put into words.
