My boyfriend is the only reason I'm barely getting through this. He skimps on sleep to go to the vet with me, or to check on me and Fiver. He runs errands and makes suggestions for care, he gives me hugs and makes me food. He covers for me at work and makes difficult phone calls that I can't face. He's going to be the one to pick up the pieces when the time comes.
My sister has a crazy life, with three kids and lots of work, but she still drops everything when I need her.
I don't want to lose my dog, but at least I have my people.
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