Mickey =(

So my little furry friend had to be put down tonight. We said for a long time now, "as long as he keeps eating, and seems happy, we'll see how he sticks it out." Well, he hadn't eaten since Friday, and all he did was mope around. His time had come. At least my grandma will have her puppy again, right?

It's a time like now when I realize how loyal a dog is, and just how much having someone love you unconditionally really means. We had a choke collar for him. He hated it. He still loved me. We had an electric fence. All he wanted to do was chase a rabbit. He got shocked. He still loved me. I pushed him off the bed. I smacked him. I waited too long between letting him out. I forgot to feed him. I threw snowballs at him. I yelled at him. I called him a pain in the ass. He loved me.

I went out with Laura tonight after I heard the news. For like an hour, I didn't talk about Mickey. I didn't think about Mickey. And I had Rita's. With Laura. It was a good hour. But now I'm home, and all the other stuff that happened to me today, happened around me today, thoughts that went through my head, etc...don't even really matter to me. I've always said I don't have much, but I do have a fantastic family and set of friends. I lost one of each today, and although he was "just" the dog, minus the talking part he was the best friend I could have asked for for the past 13 years. Mickey, you're missed.