Sadness
I am sad. Chui is being put down today. He has been ill for a while now, but Ang said he hasnt eaten all weekend... There is nothing for me to do but cry about it. Tibault is helping in his silly kitten way, but I am still going to be down I think. I love that dog, he was always so sweet and good natured. And it just makes me think back to when he was a tiny baby and I was bottle-feeding him in the basement of Linda's parents house. When he and his sisters were tiny enough to curl up and sleep in the curves of my arm. When he was a silly adolescent at mom and dad's all legs and ears. When he would sneakily try leg by leg to climb up on to your lap on the couch cause he knew he wasnt supposed to be up there. Oh, my poor boy. Goodnight.