I know I’ll see my dad again, and he had been on dialysis for eight long and horrible years. Brinks had something similar to sickle cell anemia and was also in horrible pain. She had no idea what was going on, and as much as I’d like to believe “all dogs go to heaven”, I’m not really convinced.
Things seem much larger to a little kid than they do to an adult. It was quite a while before I realized my aunt’s pet lion cub was probably just a big old ginger tom.
Do you still have my email?