Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. Not a lot is going on. I’m going to take B. to the vet, or try to. He’s not eating at al. I will probably have to have him put to sleep. I’m not really sure what else to do. I love him. I’ll miss him, but I don’t want him suffering.. * sigh * I should go back to bed. I can’t really think of much else to write. Maybe in a few hours I can get the juices flowing.
Love,
Trem