Its a sad day.

Today we put my cat, Turtle, down.

And as long as I don't think about it, or her, or anything else, I am ok. Whats done is done now, I cant keep arguing with myself whether or not I should have waited a couple more days, maybe she would have perked up more, maybe I would have made a difference. (See? I'm tearing up already.) And while it cant be helped, damn our lack of funds for aggressive recovery purposes. I didn't want her to suffer any more than she already was. (oh god, here it comes) Whats done is done. I love you Turtle, and goodbye.

(WAAAHHHH.. oh right, don't think.)

So, I'm not thinking. I even had a glass of wine already, and I may just have another. I may go soak in my hot tub. I may go sit outside and soak up some starlight. I may eat this black cherry frozen yogurt and continue perusing Design Sponge to distract myself with pretty things.

I hate losing a pet. I've never been good at it, and I still cry over lost pets if I think about them. They're not just pets, they're my family, my furry little children. My heart breaks for each one.

Just keep on keepin' on.

Don't think.