Life goes on

It's my first day home. My chem final yesterday wasn't bad at all - I made a 98, and an A+ in the class. I moved out of my dorm room yesterday with the help of my Dad, Callie, and her boyfriend Andrew. And then my Dad took me for a drive so we could kill some time - my RA would come and check me out at 7pm, the only time slot that I could get. We drove around for a bit and I had no idea where we were. My dad said we were just taking a drive, and then we ended up at the Olive Garden! He had planned to take me there all along and I never suspected anything! We both had fettucini alfredo, me with chicken and he with shrimp. And then I checked out and then we went home.

And there is where the good news ends. My family has two dogs - Bonnie, a golden retriever/labrador mix and Scrappy - a Chow/Blue heeler mix. Bonnie is 14 years old, and Dad told me yesterday that he thought she wouldn't live out the day. I had been expecting news of that nature to come for a while, but I must admit it caught me off guard. But Bonnie did live out the night, and she is still with us now, but I know it's not for long. I went and visited her this morning and I could tell that she's already halfway on her way to the happy hunting grounds. She can't see anything - we think she's basically out of her mind. She can barely move at all - not even to lift her head. She keeps barking and howling and we can't tell if it's because she's in pain or because she's out of her mind. It's really very sad to see her like this and it's taking it's toll on me. We're just waiting right now. I had a good cry this morning after I visited her, and I haven't stopped yet. I don't know how the others are handling it. I'm glad I got to see her, but now I wish that it was over. I know she's in some pain and I don't want her to suffer anymore. I hope we don't have to wait for very much longer. This ones for you, Bonnie.