thoughts.

I don't want that new dog. I hate it.
I still don't accept the fact that Blackie is gone.
I didn't even have enough time to grieve over Blackie.. and Wils goes and buys a new dog..?? That doesn't... even.. That's a hella stupid move. I understand he's trying to be a good brother but, dude. Buy it AFTER I am OKAY. stupid shit. You have no idea.. How suicidal I was that day.


//sigh.

Well, besides that..
Blackie came back today. When I got home, I opened the cardboard box he was in. I took his urn out, and just cried while hugging it. Sad and desperate.. huh?
It's been 12 days since I saw him. I'll always miss and love him. No one else can compare to him.

I will NEVER love this dog as I loved Blackie. never.





sidenote:

Don't ever give me this bullshit.