when i look into doc's eyes, i start to cry.
why can't i have anything more positive to say. why can't i dwell on fuzzle time with jack this morning?
and i need to stop being so angry with myself. i did all i could and i loved him as much as a person can love. i need to believe that.
it is just a stage of grief, doc tells me. it will pass. i want to believe him so much i almost do.
it is cloudy today. i should turn on the weather channel and see if we are in for some rain.