The worst

Yesterday I was told the results of the DNA test.

Rather than a spelling test on the gene that is responsible for making that enzyme, in Pudding’s case the whole gene is missing. So progressive brain involvement is inevitable.

The drive home was surprisingly beautiful. Sunlight escaping through dark clouds highlighted a bridge in the distance. Cows walked home across a grassy hillside.

Life continues. However unfair that seems.

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