**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'

Monday, November 24, 2003

We're putting Aldor down.

He's blocked up again, and the doctor says that the medicine he gives wouldn't be good for his heart. He's also still got fluid around his lungs. And he's miserable. And he's lived 5 years longer than everyone said he would, considering the heart murmur.

Mom's going to be there with him. I can't do it. I can face my own mortality and laugh, just not anyone else's.

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