… but then I came home to find a condolence card from the vet’s office in my mailbox.

Condolence Card

Inside the Condolence Card

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.