Yesterday Ella had her last day of summer school.
Today Talia has her last swimming lesson.
We had our last morning with Thurston before I took him back to the Humane Society. Some of you already know that we have had quite a time of teaching him not to bite.
It was more than puppy biting. It was elevating a little more each day and Bruce and I couldn't think about our girls getting seriously hurt.
|I chose not to wear makeup today...what would be the point?|
So, right now I hurt. I cried the UGLY cry the 30 minutes over there, the 20 minutes it took me to fill out the paperwork, the five minutes I said goodbye to him, and the 30 minutes home. Only to walk into the house and cry because it was too quiet and then cry some more when I opened our bedroom doors for the first time in two months to keep Thurston from eating anything and everything inside.
For those of you who have had a family pet for years and had to part with it, either by death or choosing, I grieve for you in an entirely new way today.
I suspect I will grieve for those of you who will do so in the future.
My youngest son.
I loved him, yes, but I love my girls more.