Slowly June

Hershey, our chocolate lab, went in to have his spleen removed this past Tuesday. They had found a tumor. The cancer has spread.

He’s home now. It could be weeks. It could be months.

I’ve never had to deal with death before. I don’t really like to think about this. I awoke to thunder today, and rain.

Thoughts race like trains. Holding my breath through tunnels. It doesn’t hurt as much as it aches. What can one really do but stand strong, eyes forward, and watch inevitabilities spin themselves out. Quite the summer. Sentences fragment when the words aren’t strong enough. There is nothing left to do but wait.