Sad Times

I have all kinds of funny subjects I'm thinking about making posts on.

I don't feel very funny at the moment. I am quite sad.

T.S. took my dog Suzie to the vet yesterday because she had been acting like something was stuck in her tooth for a week or so. Turns out, the vet thinks she has cancer. We don't know for sure yet, we won't until next week, but the vet seemed pretty certain.

Suzie is such a good dog. She's my dog, too. Yes, she loves T.S. too, but we have a special bond. Maybe because I was the one that walked her most of the time back when she was a hyper young dog. Maybe because she felt I saved her from the pound. Maybe because I am the more vocal of the two of us. Whatever the reason, she's my dog.

I will never not have animals, but this is the hard time. Lots of difficult decisions to make. None of them wrong, but all of them very, very difficult.

I don't feel like being funny today. I feel like taking Suzie for a short walk. And crying.