Busta' had a bad day. First, he got an eye infection, a really bad one. Then, he got neutered.
Poor Busta'.
He's got me thinking about anticipation, which I had in advance of his surgery, but he, of course, did not.
How did that anticipation serve me? Not at all, as usual. My efforts to be more in the moment continue, but I've got a lot to learn from this little guy.
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