I have to put my dog in a shelter today. I’ve had her since I was 15. Remember when we were on call and I showed her to you, and you asked me if it was cruel to keep a dog? I giggled a bit, put my hand on her belly, and rubbed her, decreeing: “but I get to do this!”.
You were probably right.
I didn’t fight to have a sanctum for anyone or anything I love, including you. So much hatred instead of desire to be lucid. Now, I lose everything in tandem, again and again.