Last night around 11:05 p.m. I got a call from my mom telling me that my dog, Pip, had just died. While I have been expecting this call, she was very sick, it really knocked the wind out of me. And while I still haven't broken down and cried yet, I always feel like I'm on the edge of a total breakdown. I was hoping that Pip would wait for me to get home this weekend but I guess that she decided it was her time and I have to be content with that. This is the first time since going to college, three years ago, that I wish I was home instead of here. To make matters worse, today is my boyfriends birthday so I do not want to tell him the bad news (he loved Pip like his own dog) but I'm afraid that if I do not tell him that he will me mad at me...but I also don't want to ruin his day, he has been so excited for today for like a week. I guess that it is a good thing that she is gone because now she isn't sick anymore and is able to run around and such, she was an old dog, at least 10, we don't really know how old she was since she was a stray that we picked up. That's about all I have to say about that. RIP: Pip: 1998-Oct 7th, 2008
Other things, I am going home this weekend and since the internet is horrible there, I will probably not be very active, although I will try. Also anyone interested in joining a RPG/Shooter union, if so comment below and/or contact GamerDude911, we need like two more people.
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