I haven't updated in a loooooooong time, and I probably won't update much anymore. You wanna know why? Because every day is the same. Wake up, go on computer, get dressed when mom comes home at 2:00, go on computer if possible, eat dinner, call John, etc, go to bed. That's roughly the outline of my day. If I do happen to update, it's either something important or I was bored. Later all.
Oh, Joelle: Sorry about your cat. I read your post and I started sobbing. Not with any noise, just tears. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. I had a pet, about 4 years ago, a dog, named Rusty. He was one of my best friends. He was one of the best dogs ever. He did anything bad, he never had an "accident", or anything. Then one day, he kinda stopped eating. We force-fed him for a few dys, and he went along fine with that. The only thing that worried us was he had an "accident." My parents went to the vet to see what was wrong with him. My mom brought him home, but he didn't look very happy. I have very little pictures of him, but I still remember him, and remember the day he died like it was yesterday. My parents walked up to my sister and told her that our dog was "sick." They knew that I would understand, so they told me everything. Our dog had turned out to have cancer in his blood. The cancer ran in his family. The day he died was almost a living heck for me. My mom took my beloved pet and best friend to the vet. I knew that I would never see him again, so I hugged him as much as I could without crushing his fragile body. I sat on my stairs, crying my heart out into my shoulder. My mom left for the vet, while my dad stayed back to comfort my sister and I.My mom came back with a leash with no dog on it. I couldn't bear to look at that leash. I only cried harder when I saw my mom with no dog. She came over and hugged me. All day I sat and cried on those stairs. I don't even remember getting up once that day. After about a month or so, we got a new dog, trying to forget the loss of our beloved dog. We got a new dog named Molly. She was a big hassle. She got carsick, nibbled us a bit too hard, and had a few "accidents." We were going to put her up for adoption when my aunt said she had a place to take her where they put dogs up for adoption. My mom went with my aunt and they gave away our puppy. I don't think I cried at all; I'm not sure. Then our parents searched for a good dog, a lot like Rusty: lazy, big, loving. We found a puppy just like Rusty in Missouri. My parents were going to fly, but they couldn't hold the puppy with them, so they drove. My parents had my grandmother come over and take care of us and stuff. When they came back, I looked at the puppy, dying to see it. He was one of the most *cute* things that I had ever seen. Our dog is now 4 years old, and his name is Briggs. I cannot say that he has replaced Rusty, but he has just as big of a space in my heart as Rusty. I do not know if I could bear losing another friend like I lost Rusty. Briggs is now my loving companion, and I would never trade him in for anything. I love him so much.
That's enough of being emotional. I didn't mean to get so in-depth, but... it happens. I really miss Rusty, but now I have Briggs to comfort me. I'm so glad I have Briggs to rely on.
-Y0KK3N :: Y0KK3N <3 Rusty <3 Y0KK3N <3 Briggs
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