So, my dog died yesterday.
He was almost 10 years old. When my dad told me that he passed away, I cried. I was sad at school, but with help of my friends, got back on my feet again.
I'm fine today. I think I'm so calm because maybe, somewhere deep inside, I still don't realize that I won't see him nor pat him again. It had been almost long 10 years I had him, so since I was 7. That's a long time.
I don't believe in heaven, nor do I believe in hell. But I just hope he had a good time living here with me and my family. I hope he knew how much I loved him.
Well. Now I still have my little Skippy and my cat Miu to take care of. Skippy was deeply traumatized yesterday; he misses Naison even more than I do, I think.
Talk to you soon, girls
love you *kisses*
Mara (18.11.07 11:25)
honey so sorry T.T hope you're feelin better now T.T poor Naison had a very very great time with your family... *hugs*