I was supposed to have therapy today. In fact, I'd be in his office right now.

As I was heading out the door he texted to cancel. His bird has been in the hospital and it had just passed away. I feel really bad for him. I know how hard it is to lose a pet and he loved that little bird (African Grey) so much. I obviously told him I was very sorry for his loss.

I guess it worked out because I didn't really have anything to talk about anyway. I had written him a four page letter I wanted to give him about how disappointed I am in his classes at school, but that was separate from therapy anyway.

We are booked for next Thursday, and I will see him on Monday at school if classes aren't cancelled. I'm not sure if he's going to pick up his bird's body or not (his bird was at a vet in another province).

I just feel empty when I haven't had therapy, but I know it's not the end of the world, and I'm thankfully in a good place right now anyway. So instead, I'm writing my paper on the Rorschach Ink Blot Test - it's due Monday. This will have to be my therapy.