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So it is Saturday. The first day in so long that I can remember being able to sleep in and not have to worry about work. It was a nice day until about ten minutes ago when I got a phone call. So Tuesday was the big moving day. My brother came from Baxley to help me move and we started at 11:30 moving the larger furniture. Then Alex and Tara came over after lunch and helped me move the rest of my things. I also had to let Roeco go back to Baxley to stay with my grandparents because I couldn't afford to have her live me right now. But I was planning on getting her back when school started and everything was back to normal with the new apartment. I knew that spending time in the small apartment was not good for her and that she needed places to run and be free. So I thought that a little time back in Baxley would be good. There were hundreds of acres of land for her to run and places to swim. I knew that this would be a better lifestyle for her right now and maybe she would calm down a little by the time I got her back. But this morning my grandfather called and told me that someone had ran over her while he was in town picking something up. At least she had a good four days and I got to say bye to her before she left Savannah. She was having such a great time though riding on the golf cart around the farm and in the trucks to town. It just sucks that she didn't to live a longer life. I feel bad because I know that I didn't spend the time that I should have with her in the past several months. But I can remember all the times at my apartment when it was just her and me there together. All the nights that I let her sleep in the same bed as me with her legs jabbing into my side. I could always count on her to let me know when someone was outside, as she would bark at the slightest bit of noise. It was nice to have someone to walk with around Savannah. She was always in a good mood and always hyper. She needed alot of training to teach her some discipline. But overall even though she didn't always act the brightest she was a really smart puppy. And she never realized that she weighted sixty pounds and that she could knock someone over. All she wanted was to be petted and given attention when people were around her. Just this morning I put her picture out on one of the tables in the living room. I just smiled and was thinking about going to see her when I had a chance in the week or so. It just hurts to know that I will never be able to see her again and that I was not there when she passed away.
