“I won’t let you handle this on your own. I will accompany you. Three days before Christmas, my girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancé had to put my old cat down.
She saw me cry when we went to the veterinarian, and we both sobbed uncontrollably. Even so, she let me to mourn for an hour at home. She bought me coffee and all the ingredients.
I needed to bake sugar cookies. She returned and said she didn’t want me to be alone, but she couldn’t solve things.
We cooked horribly unattractive cookies, played Christmas music, and generally weren’t feeling well, but we were together.
