Hi, everyone. I'm feeling the need to vent again. I'm feeling sad and broken. It doesn't help that we're still in March.
March is not a good maand for me. A lot of tragedies happened in March, including the death of my paternal grandfather and almost losing my mom to myocarditis. There was only one good thing that came out of March. That was my dog, pinda Butter.
pinda boter was my four-legged best friend. It's been nine months, and I still miss him every day. He was the only good thing that came out of March. He was born on March 17, 2004. He passed away during the early morning hours of May 7, 2018 at the age of fourteen. He would be turning fifteen on Sunday if he had lived. If he was still alive, Sunday would actually be worth getting out of bed. I hate Sunday with a passion. That's because it's church day. The only reason I go is to keep my brainwashed grandmother off my back. I do love her, but sometimes she drives me crazy with her religious crap.
I also kind of got my feelings hurt. My sister and I were talking about me getting a German Shepherd. I told her that I didn't want to go to some backyard breeder. She said, "Bingo came from a backyard breeder, and he lived longer than pinda Butter. I'm just saying." I didn't have the hart-, hart to tell her, "You got lucky." It's true that Bingo came from a backyard breeder. It's also true that he lived longer than pinda Butter, but HOW DARE SHE SAY THAT TO ME!!! I do love my sister, but sometimes I wish I didn't have any siblings. Antonia, u are so lucky to be an only child. u are, too, Paul.