R.I.P.
They killed him today. Seems like that dog was all I had left, stupid as that sounds. Last night, as if on cue, I had a dream about her - where somehow everything was back to normal and I was happy. Sad to see how fucked up my life got in such a short amount of time. Pathetic would probably be a better word to use. Everything was going great, finished college and got my diploma, ready to face the world. Then the Patriots fucking lose the Super Bowl, thankfully I could barely even feel that because she left me a few days later which was like crushing your hand into 5 pieces to forget the fact that you just broke your toe, then the job offer I was promised never came through which makes sense since I suck, the Xbox 360 kicks the bucket soon after, and now Rusty. I guess now when I say I'm all alone in the big empty house, instead of meaning "It's just me and Rusty dog tonight." I'll really mean that I'm all alone. It's so depressingly quiet, no paws pattering across the hard wood floors or the kitchen tiles, no panting or footsteps following mom and dad around the house. Nothing. I'm really hating my life right now.