Is going to be a bad day. We're putting our 13 year old spaniel, Dash, down. His kidneys are failing. He was born here at the house, the only of his litter to survive as his mom was sick with valley fever. She died when he was still young, so me and my younger sister and basically raised him ourselves. He was the little prince of the house. And tomorrow he'll be gone. I can't even begin to explain how deeply my heart hurts.
Other than that, I'm so sorry for my absence lately. I've been prepping for a local con I'm selling at, helping my niece with her stuff, and busy with errands and my dogs.
There was so many good things happening this week, like Zara coming into town to visit, and the con is this weekend, and a certain something I ordered finally came in the mail... but right now I'd trade anything for my dog.