Out of no where last night we had to put my dog to sleep.  (he was 13)
I know it is just a dog but I am truly a wreck.  My mom bought me my dog after my dad died to cheer me and my little brothers up.  It hurts.  Things have been really fucked up lately.
I had promised myself that 25 was going to be my best year yet and no matter how hard I am trying (and lord knows that I am) it seems as though it is not making a difference.
My eyes are almost swollen shut from crying.  My dog was like my baby.  I was able to say goodbye to him.  As I was holding him he was licking the tears off of my face.  Talk about misery.  He seemed so fine.  He wasn't I know that.  I know life goes on and that I will even get another dog again within the next couple of years but this dog stood for more than just a pet, he was the reprieve from my dad's death and I am just not dealing well.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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