Falkor



Three hours in the parking lot since you’re not allowed in. From what it sounds like it’s either a minor inflammation or lymphoma. 

You don’t have children, and you know what they say; as soon as you have children you see pets differently. Wouldn’t change the tears of fear or worry, or magically give you an appetite.

Little guy literally trotted into your life and heart one night when you really, really happened to need a friend eight years ago, and you’re not shy on occasionally looking up to God and saying “And thanks for the cat.”

You’re not ready to lose him yet. Not now. Sure as anything not now.

Deep breath. Stay calm. Keep it together. 2020 can end now; this everything going to hell in a handbasket schtick is really getting old.

Bill is Falkor, not Artax. He’s your bro and he’s gonna be fine.