I miss my puppy.
So last night, and quite unexpectedly, my dog that I've had for going on ten years now passed away. And I don't know what the hell to do with myself. That dog and I have been through so much together, and all of a sudden she's just not there. And the worst part is, she was showing signs of being really bad off last night, and I thought she was just being a pain in the ass, so I yelled at her because I thought she was just being stubborn again and not doing what she was told. I even told her she's a stupid damn dog. I didn't know she was dying right at my feet and just looking to me for comfort, and unable to move. Robert woke me up at about 9:30 last night, said something was wrong with her. I looked, she was listless, tongue hanging out, not responding, eyes sunk, and only breathing about every 7 seconds. We took a mad dash to the emergency vet, but she died on the way. And I was to afraid to tell her I was sorry and love her and try to comfort her, becuase I kept thinking that if I did, I was sealing the deal and she'd die for sure. So now the last thing I did with my poor Shasta was to yell and call her a stupid damn dog. I want my puppy back. Damnit.