"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Sketch is sick or on last legs ... he's15. Pretty weak and slow. Sleeping beside me on divan, though he didn't have strength to jump up here himself.