So I was planning on putting up a silly post this morning when I woke up....but at 6 am I got a text from my dad saying that last night our dog, the dog we've had since I was six, died. He was very ill and very old and hadn't been doing well for a while, but I'm still sad obviously because he was like a member of the family. My dad addressed him as his "Dog Son."
Well now I don't really feel like being silly, and instead I've spent the last 5 hours crying, then drifting off to sleep, then dreaming that my other dog (the one that has not died) has run away, which makes me wake up and start crying even more. So, needless to say, I'm feeling like shit right now.
On the bright side, ever since I moved away for college/Israel I've been worried that he would die and they wouldn't tell me. So at least they told me that he died--which is more than can be said for when my granny died. So that's good I guess....
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