Date: 6-7-17

I was able to drive again today. I think I did pretty well, except for one point. My dad said we'd be turning left soon, but he didn't tell me that it was the next turn. So that turn wasn't very smooth... but right after that I parked the car and did well with that.

I got around an hour of driving in for today while doing errands with my dad, which rounds up my total time to 6 hours (part of that is night time driving because I was driving at 7pm for a few days and that counts as night).

Anyway, I'm dedicating this chapter to my mom's dog Missy. We had to get her put down a few weeks ago because she was 11 years old, had a tumor growing in her ear, and she could barely walk.

As I've mentioned before, my mom moved to Florida, and Missy wouldn't have made it through that trip. She had been in bad condition for years, so it was her time to go.

But years ago, we had another dog named Milo, and Missy was completely in love with him. It was just one of those times that you could tell that they loved each other just by watching them play. Milo even gave Missy kisses.

Milo passed away around four or five years ago, and Missy turned into a crabby dog. She was unhappy without the love of her life. So now she's with Milo once again, up in doggy heaven.

And this story pertains to this chapter because one of the errands we had to run was to go get Missy's box of ashes. We had her cremated, just like most of our other animals.

My mom has a chest of other boxes, including:

My cat Stitch who passed away around two years ago. He had bobcat fever so we had to put him down because he was in a lot of pain and there's no cure.

My older sister's cat Ottis who passed away a few years before Stitch did. Ottis had to be put down because he had Feline Leukemia and couldn't be cured.

My mom also has Milo's box and a few other dogs she had as a teenager.

The animals we've had who weren't cremated were my older sister's cat Sky and my cat Moola.

I assume Sky passed away, because he was very old and sick when he ran away from home. My dad said that cats don't like dying in front of people, so they run away.

And Moola wasn't cremated because she passed away during a terrible incident. She was attacked by another animal and I found her like that, but it's a long story that I don't like to talk about. I think about it too much, so I don't like to talk about it.

So Moola is buried in my yard. She passed away July 3rd, 2016. It's why I hate the fourth of July now.

Anyway, the picture for this chapter is my cat Moola. I miss her a lot.

So this chapter turned out sad. I knew I was going to dedicate this chapter to Missy, but I didn't plan on going into my pet history.

Anyway, I'm going to work on my story The Secrets of Cain now and stop thinking about sad things.

Some of you may be wondering, how can you not be thinking about sad things, considering what's happening in the story?

The answer to that is: even though the story is sort of sad and a bit heart wrenching right now, I love writing it and I'm excited to write the ending!

So I'm going to write the next chapter for TSoC :)