I know a lot of people don't like my dog, but when I need him he's there for me. He's my baby, my puppy-dog, my pubby. It scares me that he's getting so old... 'cause I don't know how much longer I have with him. I've had dreams ever since I got him about him dying, and I would fight tears all day after those dreams. Now that I know he's getting older, it feels like I fight tears every time he shows his age. He's supposed to live for two more years, but if he starts having seizures or anything, I'm not sure I could handle seeing him go through that.
I miss my UNLV friends today, but as a plus, I got a letter from Miss Casey. It made me smile and I wrote her back right away... even mailed the letter today as well. I can't wait till I see everyone again. Just 29 more days.
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