R.I.P Belle
Belle was my dog and pet, but most importantly my friend. I don't care if she was " just a dog." She was a great little pal because she could just be happy all the time to see me, never judge me, just sit on her ass with me( no talking involved), put up with my stupid tricks with her, and she was a part of my family for six years of my life. I don't know who the fucker was that ran her over but he must have been going pretty fucking fast to have killed her on the spot. I never want to get another dog, I love dogs, but none would ever compare to my dog, Belle. I know everything happens for a reason, but it's not very comforting knowing that I wasn't there and I feel helpless becuase I didn't " get to say goodbye." In a way this little "ulogy" (doun't now haw tu spellll iitt) helps but then again I am crying so I am just going to have to put this into perspective and " grow up" like I kind of said yesterday. It's a little ironic that my dog dies on my 18th birthday, the day I said that I need to do some growing and all I end up doing is crying like a baby . hmph. tear.
Sarah