I called out of work today and yesterday, Tony has got me sick!!! He's went back to work today but he shouldn't have, He's worse then I am. I'm getting worried about him. I mean I guess I could have gone to work and suffered it out but I really do feel lousy and I'm not taking the chances while I'm this far along in pregnancy.

It turned out to be a bit different then a sick day though. My mam called at 11:30 in tears. She has been battleing to keep her dog Sydney healthy for months now. But the time has come his quality of life is just too bad. She has decided to put him down. But there is no person that knows my mom that would ever think she's made the wrong decision. She loves her dogs more then her damn kids! (said in fun mom, but she does). So I decided to drive to her house and be with her and say goodbye to Sydney. I've never witnessed something like that before and I fell apart. It seemed that right before they did it he livened up and was young again. It broke my heart, but one thing that made us realize he could not have withstood surgury or much more time was that he didn't die from the second needle which was to stop his heart. He died from the first which was only supposed to put him to sleep.

I didn't realize how much he meant to me until I saw him pass, isn't that always the way?

The nurses were awesome though, they came outside and set up a blanket for him like it was a picnic because Sydney was afraid of the doctors office and would a have Seziours (spelling?) everytime. So it was peaceful for him and he really did just drift off to sleep