There are days I remember. Like adoption days, birthdays, and holidays.
On these days I usually remember what Armadillo did to show his displeasure with his family. These things happen every day, but on memorable days I remember the behaviors just as I remember the occasion. I try not to focus on these things, but it's always there. Christmas morning rages. Birthday poo parties. Adoption day angry foot biting.
Our 82 year old friend had a stroke. We visited her in the hospital. She is dying.
Armadillo sat in the waiting room punching himself in the head because he couldn't play with a toy after hitting his sister.