I spent several hours with Aaruba today. Took him for walks. Let him graze. Cried on his shoulder. Remembered.
He's feeling better, but many questions remain.
There's a good chance he'll make it through this time, but when will it happen again?
What will make him happiest and healthiest in the meantime?
I wish he could talk.
Here's a photo of him in early summer, 2007, still a wild-eyed baby. (New readers, you can find a bit of Aaruba's story here.) I don't like to think how our journey could end.