Sending good thoughts
I don’t know Aaron Gleeman. Never met the guy in my life. I read his blog every day, because it’s a very good read, but that’s the extent of it.
But Aaron and his dog, Samantha, are going through stuff nobody should have to go through. Please send both of them some well wishes, or prayers if that’s your thing, because this is pretty awful. It’s horrible when anyone who matters to you suffers. But somehow, there’s something extra hard to swallow when it’s a pet — they depend on you so much, and they can’t at all comprehend what they’re going through, and you can’t help.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go home in a few hours and make sure my little family — wife, dog and cat — know how much they mean to me.
One other thing — I’m off for the Cubs series (long story), so I may not post over the weekend. So in case I don’t get this up on Thursday, let me say it now, 70 or so minutes before the day begins — Happy Birthday to my mom. I love you and I hope it’s a spectacular day. Thank you for everything.
Playing on the iPod: Bachelor No. 2 by Aimee Mann.