Dead Again
My sister and brother-in-law had to put Smokey down yesterday morning. His prostate cancer made him deteriorate in like 2 days. It was so fast. I was going to go see Smoke before his final trip to the vet, but I just couldn't handle seeing him in such a state. Blood was coming out of his penis for crying out loud. I wanted to remember Smoktekey as he was for all of his life, not a cowering, dying and powerless beast that crossed many lines into human emotions that I will never forget him.
I really hope they have Smokey cremated. It may sound odd to some people, but we have all of our pets still in the living room with us. Their ashes are in little boxes with pictures next to them. I don't like the idea of burying anything, and it's still like having the pet nearby.
I feel like a can't write clearly right now. I should be working on a poster for our upcoming Mother's Day Book, Bake, and Plant sale. And the new Booktalk poster. What a great fucking job this is. The pay is shit, but I can purchase gas and herbs and pay my bills little by little, so there's nothing to complain about. I'm so rolling in it. I made about $6,000 last year! WHOO WEE! Poverty. Whatta bitch.
Laura and Richard's wedding is THIS Sunday. That came up fast. My dress is "smokin' hot" so I'm excited about getting to wear it. AND it and my shoes are comfortable, so I'm actually excited to go to a wedding for once. This is the first time I've been in a wedding before. Being Maid of Honor is a nice little title to weild around for a little while, but I think if anyone ever asks me to do that again, I'll just be honest with them and tell them I can't afford it.
I just looked at the clock and it's time to go water plants and finish these posters.
Until next time, P'COCK!
I really hope they have Smokey cremated. It may sound odd to some people, but we have all of our pets still in the living room with us. Their ashes are in little boxes with pictures next to them. I don't like the idea of burying anything, and it's still like having the pet nearby.
I feel like a can't write clearly right now. I should be working on a poster for our upcoming Mother's Day Book, Bake, and Plant sale. And the new Booktalk poster. What a great fucking job this is. The pay is shit, but I can purchase gas and herbs and pay my bills little by little, so there's nothing to complain about. I'm so rolling in it. I made about $6,000 last year! WHOO WEE! Poverty. Whatta bitch.
Laura and Richard's wedding is THIS Sunday. That came up fast. My dress is "smokin' hot" so I'm excited about getting to wear it. AND it and my shoes are comfortable, so I'm actually excited to go to a wedding for once. This is the first time I've been in a wedding before. Being Maid of Honor is a nice little title to weild around for a little while, but I think if anyone ever asks me to do that again, I'll just be honest with them and tell them I can't afford it.
I just looked at the clock and it's time to go water plants and finish these posters.
Until next time, P'COCK!