I've been up for an hour, and it's already a shitty day
Guinness is dead. The wonderfully insane Pomeranian that my aunt and uncle adopted almost two years ago was hit by a car sometime during the night, up the road from where we live.
How do I know this at such an early hour? Because my aunt asked me to get up and go driving with her to try and find Guinness.
I have never wanted to hear the words, "Oh shit, Susie...that was her, wasn't it?" come out of my aunt's mouth. I never want to hear them again, but they won't stop running through my head, along with my response: "I think so."
Joi blames herself; she left Guinness out when she took the girls to see the circus. But it's not her fault. It's not anybody's fault. Who knows why Guinness decided to go down to the road, even when she'd never done it before? We don't, and we probably never will.
Poor Guinness...
Guinness Kelley
December 25, 2004-June 3, 2006
May she forever live on in our hearts and memories
How do I know this at such an early hour? Because my aunt asked me to get up and go driving with her to try and find Guinness.
I have never wanted to hear the words, "Oh shit, Susie...that was her, wasn't it?" come out of my aunt's mouth. I never want to hear them again, but they won't stop running through my head, along with my response: "I think so."
Joi blames herself; she left Guinness out when she took the girls to see the circus. But it's not her fault. It's not anybody's fault. Who knows why Guinness decided to go down to the road, even when she'd never done it before? We don't, and we probably never will.
Poor Guinness...
Guinness Kelley
December 25, 2004-June 3, 2006
May she forever live on in our hearts and memories