Our male dog was in the pet emergency hospital all night, and we haven't slept. He was crying relentlessly in pain. It's cervical, in his neck, and pain meds and anti-inflamatories are helping him be more comfortable, but I've been crying a lot myself. This afternoon, while he was crying out in the sun room, I began singing a chant to keep him company. Sometimes right speech is crying along with your friend.
He was telling us just how he felt. He let it all out. There is a lesson in that. Sometimes you just gotta whine and moan and go with the waves of pain. It's what I did in childbirth. You get very grumpy, your sunny disposition dissolving with the storm clouds. I'm going to pray for him and "gut up" (as Brad Pitt says in World War Z). I'm going to ace the hearing in Texas and get the house on the market and sell the car and get the contents of the house disposed of. I'm going to cry and whine to my friends at night on the phone, but I can do this. I'm going to live up to the example of my dog.
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