was not a good day sucked.
From the minute I opened my eyes and realized what day it was,
everything that happened was yuck
because I knew what was coming and everything I did all day
was only getting me closer to the point of the day that I was dreading.
Yesterday I put my dog to sleep.
And we were all very sad.
But we wanted you to know.
So. Yesterday is now over.
And today is today. And I'm still sad, but I'm supposed to be sad.
It was a sad thing.
I don't like the term getting over it.
Like a hurdle or something you have to clear
and then put behind you only to look back on.
The term seems to imply that you'll know when it's coming
and exactly when you've moved past it.
I rather prefer roll with it. Because then you get to take it with you.
You still have to figure out to how to roll.
Figure out how to move forward smoothly.
With your new shape.
So we're not over the loss of our dear girl here in The Middle.
But we're rolling with it.