Drove seventy-five miles to pick up our poodle Fluff at the vet today. I've known Dr. Larry Tisdale my whole life, seriously. He was my folks' vet when they showed and raised Walker Coon Hounds.
While we were talking, we talked about Rob and me. When I left, Larry hugged me, which he's never done, and just held me there a moment and said, "Honey, it's hard and it's painful, and I'm sorry you are going through this, but I'll be praying for you."
It was one of those "breathing" moments when you can't quite go home again...but you get close enough to feel the comfort...
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