I'm supposed to be having a good time this weekend. Going Christmas shopping with my friend who I haven't seen in months. Getting together with my extended family and having a Christmas get-together on Sunday...but all I can think about is that Dameon probably won't make it to Christmas.
I've had him since I was 15 years old. We've been through a lot of **** together. He was always there for a cuddle when nobody else was. I was going to buy him a small little Wubba toy for Christmas and watch him open it up Christmas Eve. Now I won't be able to.
Guess I should be thankful I have friends and family to surround myself with right now.
When I'm home over lunch I'm really hoping to see an improvement now that there has been a chance for the meds to kick in. But I just have the feeling that this is it.