Monday.

First subject;

Heartbreak

One of those feelings that never seem to go away. The one where every single thing left and right will remind you of the person that once loved you as much as you love them. You still love them, but they have let go, given up on you. It's not just a mental feeling, but when it happens you feel this pain right where your heart is. Like your heart is actually breaking, and I believe it actually is.


Enough said. 9 months later and it still hurts... especially this time of year.

Next subject,

Rejection

One step closer to true love.

God willing.

Third subject,

Dating

The modern day battlefield of romance where hearts are won and broken, the not-quite so version of chivalry and wooing, an interview for a lover; the lay down some time-and money and see if you get some candy routine; the progressed game of cat-and-mouse; the human courtship ritual; playing baseball for a home run.

Pointless. Ridiculous. Time consuming. A necessary evil.




Ok.. Enough of that portion of my post.. I believe you get the point of my current mood.

Moving on...


Today was the big day.

I took my baby in to be fixed! dun dun dun.... I don't know who was more traumatized by it.. me, or her!

It may sound ridiculous to all of you out there who have a bf/gf, spouse, kids, whatever! but to me... she is my family and she is my BABY!

I took her in at 8:45, filled out the paperwork and then handed her over... easy enough right? she'd be all mine again in 6 hours and counting.. easy. NOT. She was fine.. until the minute I turned to leave.. then it was jumping, twisting, whining, pulling and begging. Anything she could do to get herself off that leash and out the door with me. Wow, talk about feeling like a TERRIBLE person... especially considering that I've never left her anywhere or with anyone besides at home or with my mom. I teared up a little as I got in the car.

2:45 couldn't come soon enough so I could take my break from work and go get her and take her home. As they brought her out to me I could see she wanted to be excited to see me but was to groggy and sore to do anything about it.

Tonight she is walking around but still SOOO out of it! especially if you know my hyperactive ball of fur! and when she moves to much she whimpers.. heartbreak city! my poor baby.. she hasn't even had food or water for almost 24 hours! Inhumane right? But those are Dr.'s orders.. Don't worry- I splurged and bought the extra pain meds to keep my sissy as comfortable as possible for the next 5 days!


<3 me.