possibly the crappiest two days ever.

[Wolf]

I'm not on my pity-pot, first of all, because I hate it when people do that. This is just a heads up in case my writing is a little off. I will be online, but...I don't know how my posts will turn out. Just...hear me out.

Yesterday, my mother woke me up in the morning to tell me that I needed to go next door. Her mother (Grandma) and Grandma's husband, Bland, live there. We have lived next door to my maternal grandmother for as long as I can remember, so I'm very close to my grandparents. Bland, or Grampa has been fighting cancer for a few years, and he started going down hill fast about two weeks ago, and we set up the hospital bed in the living room and whatnot so that he could be home when he passed. During the day, my boxer mix, Zeus, attacked one of my dachshunds, Tank, and tried to kill him. I rushed Tank to the hospital. Luckily, he made it, but only barely. He will be scarred for the rest of his life and is currently only able to eat very soft dog food.

While Tank was at the hospital, my little brother, Blake, came home from school (Tank went to the hospital at about 11 and they made me go home while he was in intensive care). Well, Blake's at that age where he doesn't want to hear it when he's in trouble...and he came home with two days of ISS for disrupting class with a laser pointer. Mom said he was grounded. So, with his thirteen years of wisdom, he took off out the door. I drove around from about 3:15 to 6:00 looking for him. He walked in the back door at about 7, after we had called the cops and the news and everyone else.

Went back to the animal hospital to pick up Tank (because he was mostly only in shock) during the almost three hours worth of driving. Zeus has a history of biting people...and he tried to kill the dachshund. So...as if yesterday wasn't enough, I loaded up Zeus, called every animal shelter within thirty miles and the pound. All the shelters were at capacity and the pound said he didn't qualify to be adopted, so they'd kill him as soon as I gave him to them. Instead, I took him to the vet and had him put down. I paid to have a dog kill and held him in my arms as he took his last breath. Pulling out of the parking lot of the vet's office, my mother called, telling me that my grandfather had just passed away.

So. If I sound a bit off...that's why.

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[Sir James Of Oakshield]

Well I'm new and neither of us really know each other, but I'd really like to wish you luck and strength. It's always hard to lose someone, especially family or a long loved pet. I was a kind when my dog died, I remember I cried a lot, but then again I can't really compare to what you went through.

I'm sorry to hear about so many things happening in your life. I'm sure your grandfather was a good man and I'm sure he'll be missed, maybe you'll find some peace with the fact that regardless of what religion you believe in, he's in a better place or living a better life, even if you're an atheist, you can find joy in the fact that he's at peace, at rest now, he's no longer in pain and no longer needs to worry about things that seem meaningless right now.

All that I can wish you is strength and luck coping with so many loses and troubles at once, but life always has its ups and downs and no matter how bad things seem, always look on the bright side and remember that it won't always be so painful or bad, things get better and though I realize it sounds rather cliche and somewhat ridiculous to read, because you've already heard this. Don't let the bad things around you get to you too much.

Best wishes man.

[Wolf]

Clichés really don't bother me. =} thank you for this. Even the strength from strangers goes a long way. Especially considering you won't stay a stranger. =D