sadness

I'm putting my dog down. I have had her for 16 years. I rescued her from a puppy mill situation when she was a puppy. She's been there for me through some really shitty times -- my son in the hospital, suicide attempts, she's stopped me from cutting. She's been there for me through some really great times, too. The birth of three kids. Graduating high school, college. I don't know how many moves. She's been there for the loss of I don't know how many other pets. (Four cats, four rats, a hampster, um, a lot of mice... a llama that was really my llama but my mother had because you don't keep llamas in a backyard, ex's labrador...) She got me through the death of two grandparents and a foster mother. She's been around almost half my life -- my entire adult life. And I love her. And I can't stop crying.

So, my dear fluffy white thing, Diana, here's to you.

fluffyness