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Well, Friday was the crapiest day Ive had in I think....forever. We had to put my dog Sammy to sleep. On Wednesday he hurt his back and hind legs again and couldnt move because he was in so much pain so my mom took him to the vet and they gave him some shots and said they didnt know if he would get better. So on Friday he had a check up appointment and he never came home. They said he was paralized and would never get better. The only way he could get better was if we had a surgery on him that costs thousands of dollars. The surgery alone could have killed him since hes so old, and even if it was a success he wouldnt have lived much longer cause he was 13 or 14. Plus we didnt have the money. So we had no other choice but to put him to sleep. Im glad that hes not in pain anymore, because I know hes been in pain on and off for a couple years now, but I still miss him a lot. Ive never had a pet die before because weve never had any other pets besides Skeeter and Sammy and Davie. I dont think Im taking it that well. On Friday I found out right before I was leaving for Orange County and the whole way there I cried but I finally stopped right before I got to Fernandos house. Then when I got in his house I opened my wallet and there was a picture of Sammy in there and I started crying again, and I cried all day. Then at night I was fine, Saturday, Sunday, Monday I was fine about it, I was still sad, but I wasnt crying. Then this morning I went in the house and I saw Skeeter and she looks horrible. Shes so depressed and I guess shes sick and crapping everywhere. Shes still looking for Sammy. I think shes started to realize that he isnt coming home. Everytime I look at her I just cry because this whole situation is so sad. Our house will never be the same EVER again. Sammy was like family to us. Better than family cause all the family we have are crap, but you know. The rest of my weekend was pretty good. On Saturday Fernando, his parents, his sister, his brother, his brothers girlfriend, and me went to Disneyland. Then on Sunday I just ended up staying the night again, and I dunno, we didnt really do much stuff, but I had a good time. When I came home after all that time Davie had the roll of Christmas wrapping paper spread out all over the room, that was cute, but kinda pissed me off a little bit. I had to work 6-9 today, then I have to go back 2-7. I got Christmas off, Im staying over at Fernandos again tomorrow cause they have some big party every year on Christmas Eve I guess, so his parents just asked me to stay. We finally found this one store we were looking for that sells a whole bunch of punk crap, its a cool store. Fernando bought me a Casualties sweater for Christmas and a DRI CD and and Doom shirt :-D We are going back to the store on Saturday cause I get paid on Friday and Im going to get him some pants that he wants, a shirt, and some patches. He wants to buy me a jean jacket and fix it up for me with patches. So I guess when we go to the store on Saturday hes gonna buy me some patches :-D Hes tightening my pants for me today and hes shortening my Doom shirt, tightening it, and taking out the collar. So yeah, I guess Im turning punk, I know it would happen eventually, cause Ive always kinda gravitated towards it. I really wanna do my hair, but I dont think Im gonna cut it. I think Im going to just dye it black then dye the underneathe part of it dark blue. I guess I should go finish my laundry now so I can have it all done before I have to go back to work.