What's left to say?

[le_savant_fou]

There's not much at this point, and I don't know a whole lot, but what I know is enough to be painful.

My dog is sick.
His white blood cells are attacking his red ones.
My Yoda is dying.
He is getting a transfusion in hopes to change this.
My puppy is weak.
He'll have to be put down if nothing happens.
My Yodie,
my Doe-di,
My Yodapuppy,
my Woe-da.

I miss him, already.  I miss one of the few consistencies in my life, already.