Today, I don’t care about politics or women’s rights, hope or bitterness. Today I can’t see beyond my own little world, my house and the laundry room my dog won’t leave.

Casey’s dying. He has cancer. Has for about 3 months, well, much longer but that’s when we found out. He started peeing in the house for no reason, then peeing blood. Then clots. In between, he wagged his tail, ate everything in site (as he lost 25 pounds) and looked as cute as ever. Today, he couldn’t eat breakfast without bleeding.

I love you, Casey. I’ll see you when I get there.