I'm about to go in and expect to cry more during my appointment. Especially if they ask how I am,
I'm broken hearted about an iguana that ripped part of my cheek open. I'm feeling like a failure to him. I'm sad he's going from me. I mourn my dreams for him being my iguana pet on a leash. I mourn for Turbo and Sancho too.
Go with God, sweet Midnight.