Shake Shake Shake It, Milk Shake It That Is. *Ihurt*
I went out with two of my friends after work and ate ihop. I thought I was just gonna have a sweet tea and maybe some bacon or somethin. Uh no I ge in there and gobble a shake, fries and a grilled ham and cheese. I may of also ate all the bacon off my bbf’s blt. So now my cute little pig tailed self is sitting here in the kitchen at almost 3 am listening to Metro Station drinking a warm beer. How lady like. My arms are getting Heeeavy. In a good way, like I could go lay down and sleep for a year. My puppy Bella, passed away last night. I cried all day until I went to work at two with a searing headache, all I wanted to do was sleep. My shift was the hospital 10 hour shift from hell and I laughed it off. I flirted with every one.
I smiled cause I just wanted to come home and cry.
I forgo to pay my phone bill. Whoo late fees. Get it, Get it. *tear* It was the last thing on my mind. This is not my first pet death. But I breed and brooded that pup. She is the first dog that was ever mine from the minute she was conceived. She was mine until at 8 weeks I gave her over to the loving arms of Gracie. I hurt for baby Grace. I hurt for Bella’s mama my beloved Abby. I hurt for my Mama who has taken it the hardest I think. And I hurt for me. I loved her. Bouncy Beautiful Bella, Irreplaceable, Irresistible Isabella, you will forever be missed. I love you.
I loved her more than any dog ever.