When I ignore my gut feelings, I uniformly end up in trouble.

My gut is screaming at me that something very bad is about to happen.  Very bad.

I have been betrayed by at least 90% of the people I know, family included.  That is a very difficult blow to survive for a 75 yer-old partially disabled man. I feel that I am on my way out and have felt so for the past several weeks.  I feel no self-pity, just numb acceptance of whatever fate provides.

Life has been rough on this old carcass.

My gut tells me that something big is about to go down. All I can hope for then when they kick the doors in is that they don't harm my gentle, beloved old dog.