I am an emotional wreck this weekend, and before you assume the worst, No, its not even close to that time of month. Let me tell you some background that makes this story so sad.

5 or 6 years ago, my grandparents had a maid. She lived with them. She was from Australia. Back then, my grand parents had four dogs. Maggie, Sampson, Pepper, and Penny. Penny and Pepper were Dalmatians. Maggie was a golden lab. And Sampson was a big brown dog that I don't remember the breed name but he was a gentle giant. Around this time I had practically grown up with these dogs, and that maid. She was like family. She's the only reason I still eat green beans to this day. Because when I was little, If I finished all my green beans, I got a sip of the maids wine. Now don't think I'm calling the maid by maid because I don't remember her name. I do. I just don't want to start crying again. Anyway, the maid and Penny were very close. Penny was my favorite dog, and she was the maids too. So you can imagine my sorrow when she moved back to Australia and took Penny with her. I mean I was sad she left too. The maid and I were really close. And to be honest, she treated me best best out of me and my two sisters (I think I'm her favorite.). Well anyway... I found out yesterday that Penny... My favorite dog in the whole world... died... In January. And no one told me until yesterday. I mean... I can understand why, In January there was a lot going on in my family. Lots of fighting between my divorced parents about who gets what girls, for how much time. Transportation issues. My older sister and mom constantly fighting over only god knows what. So I can understand how it got lost in the back of peoples minds until 9 months to come. But last night I was devastated. I couldn't eat, (That part was mostly cause I was sick like death.) I couldn't sleep, and I really just needed to cry. And I did. Until midnight at least. So yeah. This weekend was... Eh...

Thanks for listening to my depressing vent. Love you guys.

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