It's Dark, And Hell Is Hot.
Ok so todays is my Mother's 61st B-day. What really sucks is she woke me up today at like 11:20 crying, cause her dog, well our dog, Pixie... is choking like crazy, and all kinds of stuff. Pretty much she's dying. That dog was given to my mom on her B-day from my dad back when I was like 8. She's a old dog. My mom loves her very much. Her B-day (the dog) is Christmas Eve. My poor Mom has to spend her Birthday taking her dying little shiz-zu to the vet crying. It just isn't right. I mean it's her birthday. Sure the dog is like 12 years old. But damn, you think you could pick a better time. My mom just got back from the Vet. They trying to take care of Pix at the vet. Like trying to help her breathe and drain the fluid out of her lungs. They said they couldn't make any promises. I truly feel horrible. Just because of all this that my Mom has to go through. That she doesn't deserve. I mean She REALLY LOVES that dog. I mean I love her too. But my Mom loves it like it's her child. It's so crushing to watch. I've got to leave her and go to work for the entire night. and possibly next morning. :-( It's going to be rough....
Terry.
Terry.