Last night, with no warning, Abra began crawling across the floor and vomiting. He could not get up on his hind legs, and kept turning his head from left to right, with such fear on his face, it made me weep in helplessness.
After several minutes, he stopped vomiting and trying to move, and we lay on the floor together and for a few hours, I felt my powerlessness as I contemplated life without this beautiful creature, and how essentially, nothing about life is safe, and nothing about loss is beautiful.
He is better today.
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