what a weird feeling
So I set my alarm for 7:15 this morning... or so I thought. But in the middle of having a really strange dream about this girl having a miscarriage...my cell phone starts ringing. I know that if my cell phone is waking me up it can only mean one thing. My parents have bad news of some kind. And yes, they did. They're putting Libby down today. So anyone who has ever been present when I'm less than conscious knows that I get very confused and emotional when half asleep. So it took forever for my mother to get the message across to me that this was happening today and why. She said she wanted to let me know before I ran off to class and thought she might catch me on my way out the door. That's when it dawns on me that my alarm hasn't gone off... and I have half an hour to get to class.
Plus I'm also thinking... should I go to Burlington and say goodbye to the dog I grew up with? Will she be the Libby we all love or is she in so much pain that she's being some sort of bitchy version of herself. When Chelsea, our first dog, was at the point of going to doggy heaven she got really mean. And that's the only Chelsea I remember because I was pretty young. It's not a nice memory. So I'm talking to my mom...who's crying... stressing because I'll be late for class... debating whether or not I should tell them to hang on till this afternoon so that I can be there when they go to the vet. I could do it... easily. Class is over at 12 and then I don't have anything else till 6 tonight... but my father kept saying in the background that he didn't expect me to come home. Which means he doesn't support the idea. So I took that as a sign... hung up with my mom... threw clothes on and made it to class... thankfully with enough time to get some coffee on the way.
So now I'm sitting in the most boring class ever (cataloguing), talking about punctuation. That's right... colon, semi-colons, hyphens, spaces. Where to put them... why... how they're life-altering if you put them in the wrong spot. And all I can think of is how things are going in Burlington. I seriously thought that we'd have more time but she went downhill so quickly it's incredible. At least her suffering wasn't long and drawn out. And she still had moments of being Libby up until the end. And now I'm going to cry in class... yes... I'm writing this in class... so I'm going to go now. More about how great Libby is/was later.
Plus I'm also thinking... should I go to Burlington and say goodbye to the dog I grew up with? Will she be the Libby we all love or is she in so much pain that she's being some sort of bitchy version of herself. When Chelsea, our first dog, was at the point of going to doggy heaven she got really mean. And that's the only Chelsea I remember because I was pretty young. It's not a nice memory. So I'm talking to my mom...who's crying... stressing because I'll be late for class... debating whether or not I should tell them to hang on till this afternoon so that I can be there when they go to the vet. I could do it... easily. Class is over at 12 and then I don't have anything else till 6 tonight... but my father kept saying in the background that he didn't expect me to come home. Which means he doesn't support the idea. So I took that as a sign... hung up with my mom... threw clothes on and made it to class... thankfully with enough time to get some coffee on the way.
So now I'm sitting in the most boring class ever (cataloguing), talking about punctuation. That's right... colon, semi-colons, hyphens, spaces. Where to put them... why... how they're life-altering if you put them in the wrong spot. And all I can think of is how things are going in Burlington. I seriously thought that we'd have more time but she went downhill so quickly it's incredible. At least her suffering wasn't long and drawn out. And she still had moments of being Libby up until the end. And now I'm going to cry in class... yes... I'm writing this in class... so I'm going to go now. More about how great Libby is/was later.