April 13, 2004
I sit with a half glass of red wine in my plaid bathrobe with the gaping hole near the hem listening to the cars and busses passing the window wondering …I can't even finish a thought. The dog just peed for no reason. He's a nice dog, but when he dies I might be relieved. I could have been a foster parent or done something for a human with fewer demands than being a dog owner. When he dies I will really be done with animals. He can't last more than 5 years. 7 more words to go. I'm done.