The dog I grew up with, died this morning. It was my decision to put her down. Her quality of life was too heartbreaking to see every day. It was a quick and painless death. But the moment I saw her eyes turn lifeless is the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life.I still remember the first day I saw her, when I was only in 3rd grade. My mother walked in holding her in her arms. She was so tiny. So tiny that it was my idea to name her Mini. And for the past 16 years, I loved this dog with everything I had.
I couldn't stop listening to this song today:
MP3: Editors - The Weight Of The World
1 comments:
Sorry to hear about the dog, but to paraphrase Royal Tenenbaum, sixteen years is a pretty good run. Did very much enjoy the Chicago pictures -- I was once gainfully employed there by NBC... but this was long before you or the tall white guy were born. Oh yeah, Weight of the World is great, by the way. It's been something of a lifesaver on more than one occasion.
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