Braven asked to go home after a half block on our walk. I glanced down, surprised. Normally, he wants to be carried, but will fight me heading home with tooth and nail.

 I saw the telltail drool on his chin. My heart sank. 

Cuddle up on the couch, he turns over and whispers, "I'm sorry my body got sick. I'm sorry mama."

My heart broke. No. NO. FUCK NO!

I heard my own pain-filled apologies to David. And I suddenly understand both sides of this conversation in a way I have never felt.