May 01, 2006 00:52
I can't sleep.
For some reason thoughts of a dog that
I had ten years ago popped into my head.
Part of me that is still five wants to know that
she is in heaven and not simply some carcass in the ground.
I want her to be alive and I want to have fun with her.
I hate the fact that she was nearly blind
and I hate the fact we tied her up
on a leash two feet long
and I hate the fact that we kept her penned
up in a small corner in the room.
Even at 9, I knew she needed a better home.