I think I’ve hit my stress point because I am now crying hysterically.
Time for bed, Britt. Time for bed.
And I just started my day by bawling. I miss my dog.
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People keep giving me condolences OR ask me how my Thanksgiving was and I’m painfully awkward about it.
I just want to cry. That’s all.
I just got home from putting my dog to sleep. I have had him for 14 years— over half my life. He was with me through my parents’ divorce, high school, going to college, my first real boyfriend and our ensuing breakup 3 years later, graduating from college and finding a job, my teaching program…
There is a hole now, and I miss him so much already.
Sitting vigil by my 14-year-old dog’s side and sleeping at my grandma’s because that is where he lives now in case something happens during the night.
I was supposed to be out with my friend shopping Target & Kohl’s at midnight, but I just don’t feel like I can leave my dog.
We only found out a week or two ago that he was even sick— that he had cancer and it had spread everywhere. I’m heartbroken.
Finally had a good day at school but then my mom just called and told me my dog has terminal cancer and we don’t know how long he has left.
Life kind of sucks.