Melancholy

Today I sat with Michael for an hour as his twelve year old dog was in the process of dying.

He cried and called him "puppy" and it broke my heart.

I cried longer and harder for Michael and Piñon than I ever did when Alex "broke my heart." Ha, broke my heart. That was nothing when compared to the pain I felt every time I looked into Michael's reddened eyes or at his sunken frame or heard him sniffle. I cried with Michael and cried driving to the Costa Rica meeting and cried driving home and cried in the shower and I'll probably cry myself to sleep.