Now he wanders the house like he's lost and it's just about more than I can take. It's so unfair and so very very sad. I know life isn't fair. I say that all the time, especially to the Boy, but somehow this seems hateful. It's not like we can explain anything to him or to let him know we're going to take care of him. Damn. I'm sad, but I'm also angry.
He's so stressed right now and running into things and getting stuck in places, not knowing how to get out. We read that this will improve over time, but right now, watching him circle and wander is one of the saddest things I have ever seen. Such beautiful blue eyes, but of no use.