my family dog of 16 years was put down a couple of weeks ago. i knew it was coming so i basically said my final goodbyes to her when i was last visiting st.catharines. it's going to be weird going home and not seeing her there now. every other family dog i've had was put down without my knowledge, something to this day i have a problem forgiving my parents for. the final goodbye means a lot to me. i love dogs and i also think of them as part of the family. i don't know how anybody couldn't.
anyways, sorry to hear about that thriller
fuck you for making me teary eyed