RIP Sugar

Sugar, I love you. You just couldn’t hang on long enough to wait for me to get home; I understand. You’re in a much better place now.

I went to see the neurologist today. He declared me good. I really liked him. I was happy to hear his words but deep down inside, maybe not that deep even, I really wished there was something wrong. I had hoped that I’d have some problem that would help to cancel out the years, or months. What a pity.

I wonder how much longer I’ll last, naturally. It’d no doubt be a joyous day for all, myself included, when I can run off to join my little hammies (save for dear Honey, still strong). Except that if it’s self-inflicted then I’m probably headed below rather than to that better place.

Patience is key.

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