Sep 19, 2007 11:58
He's dead. He's dead and he's not coming back... I paid some nice man with many years of vet school to inject him with something that would ensure that... To put him out of his suffering, I guess, though it feels like murder...
And Blayz is running around yowling, looking into every corner like he might be there... I've tried talking to her about it, but she keeps doing it...
Here's hoping I can stop crying for long enough to work a ten hour shift.
Love,
Kat