We walked to the store today and I got to snork up a few crumbs off of the parking lot until richie caught me and said “no”, he really doesn’t give a shit, I think he does it because it’s required, I can tell by the way he says “no” that he couldn’t care less.
That’s my richie all right.
All is going good here except that richie is really stressed over money matters and trying to act like he isn’t.
I hate to see him suffer so, well, he does have an interview tomorrow with a rehab person so maybe he will get work soon.
All he needs is a break and I know he will be so very happy.
We’ll see how it goes; no matter how, I am and always will be with him even if he can’t get the break he needs, he is my human and I am his “fur person”, that’s what he calls me.
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