Pray for Rain
Well, this weekend sucked. I just got back from the vet. I had to put my dove to sleep. I had him since 1988. He was 13 years old. I took him out to fly and he couldn't even walk across my bed. His whole left side was paralyzed. So I had to take him in so he wouldn't have to suffer any more. I don't know what I'm gonna do every day now when I come home. The first thing I always did was go straight to my room and say his name, "Dusty Rose" and I'd see his little head perk up and he'd start cooing at me. Thirteen years... that's gonna be a long standing habit to break. :(
Oh yeah, and I lost a friend on Saturday. Another one bites the dust. I guess I'll just add him to the list.
Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty crappy. Oh well, tomorrow is a new day. Maybe it'll rain and wash away all this shit. That would be nice.
Oh yeah, and I lost a friend on Saturday. Another one bites the dust. I guess I'll just add him to the list.
Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty crappy. Oh well, tomorrow is a new day. Maybe it'll rain and wash away all this shit. That would be nice.