March 8th, 2002

hard time

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I just found my dog dead. There's nothing more than coming home from work after a midnight shift, (A decent one at that.) to find her dead.

I was going to put her to sleep tomorrow. Her time was coming, and everyone in my family knew it including her. I just wanted one more day, that's it. One more day to screw around in the yard, take her for a walk, that kind of shit.

I'm crying like I'm ten again, when I first got her. I originally wanted a 1337 dog, like a cocker spaniel or something like that. Dad just wanted the cheapest one in the store. ($50) The store owner and the vet said she wouldn't last beyond nine years. She went for thirteen, on the dot.

I'm just gonna stop now and cry for a couple of hours.

Frisky: Mar 8, 1989 - Mar 8, 2002. Stay good girl.

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