… but then I came home to find a condolence card from the vet’s office in my mailbox.
Dammit dammit dammit dammit.
So then I was all depressed, and I called my boyfriend because I needed to hear his voice. But when I told him what had happened, HE started crying, which is always strange to me. I’m used to his usual reaction, which is that I’m crying about something — a Disney commercial, footage of a returning veteran being greeted by her dog who missed her SO SO much, the death of a fictional character — and he looks at me like I’m an alien species.
So, yeah. This is going to continue to be a rough time for both of us. Because dammit, he WAS a sweet boy.