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Last night was cool, we made dinner at Sarah's. I made boneless buffalo wings, the first time I've ever made anything out of meat. Becca made broccoli salad and Sarah made taco salad, and Caitlin made chocolate raspberry tart. ALL was delicious. *mmmm....* Good times.
This morning my dog, Clancy, had his third and last radiation treatment for his cancer. The place is in Massachusetts. My mom wanted me to come with her. My brother went with her last time, and my dad the time before that. She gets really upset, so I didn't want her to go alone. There was this woman there with a big fluffy golden retriever, only 10 years old. She couldn't stop crying the whole time, and I was really glad I went, because I couldn't help but think that's how my mom would have been had she been alone. It was the most somber waiting room I've ever had to sit in.
My poor puppy. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that he's going to die. The treatment will probably give him another two years, but that's just another two years that my mother is going to be broken hearted watching the light fade from his eyes. He sleeps all the time, he doesn't wag his tail as much anymore. Clancy isn't just our pet. I've grown up with that dog; he's a family member, he's my brother, he's my dog. Even when I was younger, I've always tried to think realistically about his life span, and I know I'll obviously be crushed, but I'm not afraid of him passing away. The only thing that scares me is how my mother is going to take it. I can't explain how attached she is to that dog. And if everything goes okay, Glenn and I will both be off to college at that point, and I just hate the thought of her feeling that void alone. Not that my dad won't be with her, but you know what I mean. He is her best friend, her companion, he never leaves her side. I just wish there was something I can do. But all I can do is stay strong and let nature take it's course. I guess that's all you can ever do.
Anyway, I start working next week, FINALLY. It only took like, a month to get my job back. She didn't bother to tell me what day I will be starting, but I'm sure I can figure it out. I could just go in every day next week until I strike gold. Or just look at the schedule. Either way...
I really need to start my summer reading. I started Anita Shreve's new book yesterday, but it's not the kind of book that screams with ambition about someone going into AP English. Eh. I got in, didn't I? Yes. Yes I did. Alright, there isn't anything interesting to report, so I will go to bed. Or something. Yes, something sounds good.
This morning my dog, Clancy, had his third and last radiation treatment for his cancer. The place is in Massachusetts. My mom wanted me to come with her. My brother went with her last time, and my dad the time before that. She gets really upset, so I didn't want her to go alone. There was this woman there with a big fluffy golden retriever, only 10 years old. She couldn't stop crying the whole time, and I was really glad I went, because I couldn't help but think that's how my mom would have been had she been alone. It was the most somber waiting room I've ever had to sit in.
My poor puppy. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that he's going to die. The treatment will probably give him another two years, but that's just another two years that my mother is going to be broken hearted watching the light fade from his eyes. He sleeps all the time, he doesn't wag his tail as much anymore. Clancy isn't just our pet. I've grown up with that dog; he's a family member, he's my brother, he's my dog. Even when I was younger, I've always tried to think realistically about his life span, and I know I'll obviously be crushed, but I'm not afraid of him passing away. The only thing that scares me is how my mother is going to take it. I can't explain how attached she is to that dog. And if everything goes okay, Glenn and I will both be off to college at that point, and I just hate the thought of her feeling that void alone. Not that my dad won't be with her, but you know what I mean. He is her best friend, her companion, he never leaves her side. I just wish there was something I can do. But all I can do is stay strong and let nature take it's course. I guess that's all you can ever do.
Anyway, I start working next week, FINALLY. It only took like, a month to get my job back. She didn't bother to tell me what day I will be starting, but I'm sure I can figure it out. I could just go in every day next week until I strike gold. Or just look at the schedule. Either way...
I really need to start my summer reading. I started Anita Shreve's new book yesterday, but it's not the kind of book that screams with ambition about someone going into AP English. Eh. I got in, didn't I? Yes. Yes I did. Alright, there isn't anything interesting to report, so I will go to bed. Or something. Yes, something sounds good.