What’s the most important thing in your life? Your family? Your pet(s)? A significant other? Or maybe something materialistic?

My throat tightens when I think of my eldest dog, Jojo Wesley finally giving up. Or the thought of losing my grandmother.

Sometimes I hold Jojo in my arms and cry thinking of a life without him. Some nights the thought of my grandmothers wake/funeral kills me. What will I do? Who will I run to? Who will bail me out? Who is going to tell me that they are proud of me?

What will I do? Will it force me to grow up?

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