Home but bad news :(
It feels great to be home! But there's one thing [in particular] that I've been trying to push to the back of my mind -- well, as we were leaving the Hartford/Springfield airport to go home, my mom told me some terrible news, and even though I still don't think it's hit me (though I did cry for awhile in the car right then): Bud, our golden retriever, is gone. Apparently, he had some tumors, and was coughing up blood; my mom said it was good that I wasn't there to see him suffer, but yet I feel bad that I didn't really get to say goodbye to him. But good thing my mom hadn't told me about it earlier--like, when I was at school--because she didn't want me to worry about it, and I'm kind of glad she waited, though I feel bad that I was having fun and basically being happy while my family was so upset. I wish I could've been there for them during such a difficult time. Okay, I need to stop talking/thinking about it, but maybe it's just good to get it off my chest...
Oh, and there's another thing I haven't told you, because it's something else I don't want to think too much about: my cat, Mittens, has been gone for like 2 months or something now. Now, the good news about that is that we don't know for sure that she's dead, so I guess there's still hope for her; I keep wishing that she'll realize I'm here, and she'll come back looking for me. But, then, I have some fears, too. Alright, I better start thinking happy thoughts ASAP, before I start crying again...
Oh, and there's another thing I haven't told you, because it's something else I don't want to think too much about: my cat, Mittens, has been gone for like 2 months or something now. Now, the good news about that is that we don't know for sure that she's dead, so I guess there's still hope for her; I keep wishing that she'll realize I'm here, and she'll come back looking for me. But, then, I have some fears, too. Alright, I better start thinking happy thoughts ASAP, before I start crying again...