Posted by BeardedLady on November 14, 2002, at 7:43:41
I need to go away. My dog was hit by a car and died last night. I am dying inside. He was the son of my favorite dog in my life, who died a month ater my daughter was born. The dog who remains is the dead dog's mother. She is noticeably sad.
My husband and daughter were out whilst I was at Weight Watchers, melting into nothing with another 3.6 pound loss. My dog had gotten away from them while chasing a fox at the park. By the time I got home, my husband was on the main road carrying out our beatiful boy to the car. He was already dead. Five years old. We are not well. He was so loved by everyone. He was the kind of guy who would wake you to say you were in danger. He could find anything with his nose.
I closed my e-mail account last night because people were writing to squibble with me personally about e-mail rumors being spread by others. Questions started with "Did you really?" and ended with "Of course I didn't." I only felt worse. It was like someone wasn't even listing to me, just reinterpreting everything, as if I were some foreigner who had no interest in what was being repeated 'cause I'd never find it out anyway. When I feel a little better, maybe I'll open another acount and will write to you--Shelly, Mair, a few nice girls.
I can't do mean for the sake of mean or rumor control for which there should be no rumor. I am wiped out. And people are just plain mean. There's no other explanation for it. I'm not a mean person.
I have to go away.
beardy
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