Feb 21, 2005 16:09
Ivy came home today in a box.
Jake put them somewhere I wouldn't find her because he didn't want me to get upset.
I called him up and made him tell me where she is.
It's a very pretty box they put her in. I opened it up. There was about a baseball sized bag full of ashes.
I'm happy she's home.
It's really surreal. It hit home. She's really dead. These ashes were my puppy that would lick me and run around the house with so much energy...
My vet deserves to go to fucking hell for what she did.