“We laid face to face in bed the other night, right after I’d picked you up from a fall you’d taken. By the way, you’ve been falling because your back legs just aren’t working anymore. We found out it’s because you have a tumor on the left side of your brain. We laid in relative silence, staring at one another while I gave your back legs a massage. This gave way to me becoming an inconsolable mess while you licked away my tears. Thanks for the assist, buddy.”
