Tragedy seems to come in waves. You can have years of happiness and luck, your grief receptors get dull, and then when the wave hits, you don't expect it. Every time something happens, you feel a cosmic fist punch you right in the throat and while you're recovering from being stunned, your brain has time to think, "well god dammit."
For the second time in 3 months, I'm doing the incredibly sad and confusing ride for the final vet visit.
