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Sick as a dog

The dog is sick and I guess this should concern me. Instead my mind drifts to needing to spend more time at work, hoping to pay bills or survive. I still have no clue what I am surviving for, the essence of my plight. Maybe the greater truth is that I do not want to be sick with little purpose uncared about.
Buddy has one person alarmed by all this and she is the only one who matters. Time slips by, how will the dog or any of the rest of us be remembered