Thanks so much to all of you for your kind words. I really appreciate it. Well, it's a week later, so let's recap:
I feel better -- mentally, that is. Now I'm fighting a cold and somehow have allergies to boot. Ah, well. :)
Just finished Brave New World. Loved it! The story is at once frightening and enthralling.
I've been paraphrasing George Carlin quite a bit this week: getting a pet is like buying a small tragedy. Heh.
With this in mind, the day after they put down Maggie I asked my Mom how soon until they adopted another dog. Personally, I couldn't stomach the idea, but everyone I knew who had a dog that passed away ended up getting a new one inside of a week. My parents denied it, claiming it would be too painful to get another pet. Uh-huh, sure.
The day after that, I got a call from my Dad. He and sis were on their way to the animal league. I'm a fucking Nicolestradamus.
I wasn't surprised, but it still seemed so sudden... way too soon. It still bothers me a bit. But then, I don't live there anymore and didn't understand the void Maggie's absence created in the house. My sister said she came upstairs to find my mother crying alone in the living room. The stillness seemed unnatural and coming home to silence when you're accustomed to a yelping, four legged dance of joy, was unbearable.
The new puppy's name is Emma. She's a 9 week old mutt and looks as if she was the runt of the litter... very skinny and small. She's eating quite a bit now and is getting stronger. I was over the house on Sunday and indeed she's quite cute. She loves to crawl into your lap and fall asleep.
According to my mom, she's now a small terror. Well, she is a puppy. They're exhausted chasing after her, waking up ever two hours to take her out to peepee and making sure she doesn't chew a hole in the couch. "Welcome to Motherhood," I told her! Heehee.
Here's Maggie, she always liked getting her picture taken :')
Here's Emma teh destroyarrrr. I wonder what mix she is...
Oh and Supernanny is on. I've only put it on a few times and I swear its the same episode every time. They should rename this show "Please Save Our Hillbilly Children" How can all these Rednecks with five kids afford McMansions and I'm lucky to have a one bedroom apt?? Fucking crackers. Fucking NY. Argh.