Pooh-pey Day

Becca told me yesterday that she was taking her dog Tucker to be put down tonight. Her appointment was at 6:00, the same time as Benny's. Ok, let the emotions start. Damn it, I HATE it.

All day today I watched the clock and as it crept closer to 5:00 I knew she would be heading home to spend her last hour or so with Tucker. I have had the most somber evening, my mind on all that comes with the act of ending the life of your best friend. How the hell do you drive your best friend out to a location in which you know they will be taken from you, all in a span of about 5 minutes from when you walk through the front door and you walk out? No matter how sick or how bad the circumstances, just how the hell.............................

I did it and I don't know how. Still the hardest thing I have had to do. Sad that it is about a dog? No. If you don't understand I feel sorry for you and if you think it's "stupid" well, frankly, kiss my ass and quit reading. Seriously.

I can go from kiss the ground you walk on to pure hatred and anger in a heartbeat when it comes to innocent animals. Example, see above paragraph. :0) Sorry for going there.

You always wonder if you made the right decision. What if they would have gotten better? What if it wasn't their time? What if they wonder WHY? Why did the one I love and trust do this to me?

I know in my heart that none of the above is true.

It still doesn't help.



In memory of Tucker!