End game

I reached across the breakfast table to brush away a crumb of toast stuck to her lip and was met with a snarl “Get away from me!” I smiled, reaching closer and she bit me. She bit me! Sneered horribly and tried to bite me again as I withdrew my hand.

Sad ending to the life we once knew.

I get it. She’s old and sick and she’s receded to the reptilian part of her brain.

Still. It’s no bargain to be on this end of the end.