Sucktacular.
Over the weekend, we had to put our family pet down. The rabbit, Boomie, had either some sort of blockage or tumor in his intestines. He was, quite frankly, in too much pain for us to take him back home.
The worst part of it, for me, was having it trigger the memory of me holding Mom's hand as she died. I still haven't been able to properly greive that, either. We're still in moving hell, trying to get what was Mom's house to become mine.
Guess it's just one of*those* years.
The worst part of it, for me, was having it trigger the memory of me holding Mom's hand as she died. I still haven't been able to properly greive that, either. We're still in moving hell, trying to get what was Mom's house to become mine.
Guess it's just one of*those* years.