I love him deeply but he SO wants to die. I knew he was a menace around anything that remotely smelled like food, and that’s why I have a trash can in a locked room dedicated to keep dangerous things out of his (and his sister’s) reach. Sadly, a few days ago I didn’t notice that I didn’t wash properly this kitchen cloth and before I knew it, he had eaten some good chunks of it. Now, he is hospitalized under observation for a possible obstruction. Hopefully, it will all end alright (thankfully I can afford the surgery if it ends up being needed), but the sad part is that I’m sure that he will NOT learn a lesson from this, and he will keep making my job of keeping him alive very hard. The things one does for love. Gosh.

I don’t even know why I’m posting this.