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Loki's turning 16 in July. And, he's on a downhill slide. He has a mass in his stomach cavity that is either his pancreas, or a tumor, the vet couldn't really tell.

But what it means is that it's pressing on his stomach, and he doesn't want to eat. They've given us 5 days of appetite stimulant, to try and keep him going a little bit longer...but I'm having to face some hard facts.

My Service Dog (although retired for the past 2 years) is dying.

My bestest buddy, the goodest boi on earth is going to be leaving me soon.

He's been to every therapy session I've had for years, and last week, I may have taken him to his last one.

We're just taking the time we have, and loving on him the best we can.

heresluck

Animals

The president called undocumented immigrants
animals, and in the nature documentary
I watched this morning with my kids,
after our Saturday pancakes, the white
fairy term doesn't build a nest but lays
her single speckled egg in the crook of a branch
or a tree knot. It looks precarious there
because it is. And while she's away,
because even mothers must eat, another bird
swoops in and pecks it, sips some of what now
won't become. The tern returns and knows
something isn't right—the egg crumpled,
the red slick and saplike running down the tree—
but her instinct is so strong, she sits. Just sits
on the broken egg. I have been this bird.
We have been animals all our lives,
with our spines and warm blood, our milky tits
and fine layers of fur. Our live births, too,
if we're lucky. But what animal wrenches
a screaming baby from his mother?
Do we know anymore what it is to be human?
I've stopped knowing what it is to be human.

— Maggie Smith
from Goldenrod