Better Days

So on Tuesday night, as feared, I put my dog to rest. It was easier then I thought, as he had slipped into a daze before I got home. I'm not even sure he was aware of what was going on around him or even knew I was saying good bye. It didn't really hit me until later that night and the next day. I cried... yes I'm enough of a man to admit that. I cried and cried because my best friend was gone. Today is better, I'm in a reasonably good mood. Looking forward to going home and trying out my new surround sound system.

I haven't felt like writing much. It comes often in starts and fits, and I'm not sure why.