Wednesday
I'm doing a little bit better. Everytime I start to get sad, I just tell myself that she is not in pain anymore and that she lived a long and happy life. Or at least I hope she did. I still haven't washed her bedding, her collar & bandana are still on my nightstand, I have not been in the backyard whatsoever, her clothes are still in the closet, and her food is still in the food container bin. I haven't received her ashes yet but I'm going to take them to the beach once I do because I promised her I'd take her after her surgery. I'm not going to spread them out...I'm just going to walk with them. I was thinking that I'd put up a special shelf just for her ashes and for my grandpa's stuff. So they would be side by side.
My dad is being an inconsiderate moron. He wants to get me another dog, and the best part? A dog that looks exactly like Nena. I was so upset when he showed me the dog. I am not ready for another dog, especially one that looks like Nena. I don't know how else to make him understand that. I am slowly making progress and I finally told my mom that when I'm ready for another dog, they'll be the first ones to know. In the meantime, I was thinking about being a foster parent or something like that. We are going to the animal shelter to see what we can donate, as far as food, shampoo, etc and to find out about the fostering program.
My brother and I are going to see Transformers tomorrow which we're both super excited about. It looks like a fantastic movie and I really cannot wait. We wanted to go today but I have to work. I think it's good though because today marks the one week since my doggie passed away. So I'm at work until 4:30PM.
Well I'm off. I have work stuff to do before 8:30 hits.
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