Monday, January 13, 2003

Ace is gone and I am sad

My poor Acey dog. He was in pain and was suffering from dementia. I cannot believe that he's gone. (Oh crud, I'm starting to cry again.) I didn't feel like I could handle the actual trip to the vet; I would have been a total wreck. I just hope that I don't regret not going for the rest of my life. I spent about an hour in bed, crying with the lights off, while my parents and sister went to the vet's. Even though I'm all sad and weepy, it still hasn't completely hit me. Anyways, I've finished watching a movie and I'm going to go to sleep early tonight. Crying tires me out. G'night.



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