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My husband wants to adopt a puppy! Here we are, overrun with animals so badly that even tho I'm sad about Coco, and miss her, a little part of me breathed a sigh of relief -- ah, one less thing to take care of. And my husband comes home and starts going on and on about a puppy he wants to adopt, that was rescued from a cave! And he's serious. And because I'm a pushover when it comes to him, and because he's never objected to all the animals I've brought home, I said yes. What are we thinking.
Good-by Coco
Dec. 28th, 2007 07:48 pmWell, poor lumpy was miserable, and it was time, and I've been trying from the beginning to not get attached to her, because she was sick when she came to me as a rescue, but over the last three years, I'd succumbed. She had character. And it was hard to take her to the vet for that final time. But it really was time. She has lost complete control and even apparently sensation beyond what would have been a human's waist.
So after, Thomas took me to Ruby Tuesday's and I had a couple of cocktails. I never was a crying drunk, Thank God. I feel a little melancholy, but also, right. And just a tad relieved. It's been hard watching her in pain these last few days.
So after, Thomas took me to Ruby Tuesday's and I had a couple of cocktails. I never was a crying drunk, Thank God. I feel a little melancholy, but also, right. And just a tad relieved. It's been hard watching her in pain these last few days.
