It starts from the minute we're born. The end of life.
I just wish the knowing brought with it the acceptance and the pain wasn't so intense.
We're losing George. He's had kidney disease for years now and it seems the past few months, his body is just let go. This past week was bad, the past couple of days it's become obvious it won't be long. He's been getting weaker and weaker, eating less and less.
He crashed last night. He's the same today.
He's twenty years old, we've had him since he was a wee baby, bottle feeding and all. He's had a good life.
But right now, that doesn't make me feel any better.
And Captain's breathing is more labored again. It won't be long for him, either.
I hate this part. The knowing the end is near.
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