So this little boy, god love him at 105 people years (17.5 dog years), had an accident in my bed tonight. He‘s been having more since dad went to the hospital. I‘ve put him on the floor, which he hates.
I really did not have it in me after today‘s emotional and physical exhaustion to do two more loads of laundry at 1 AM. Now I‘m spent and in too much pain to sleep. I just want my dad. 😭😭 And I want Henry alive when dad comes home.