About an hour ago, Zack was hit by a car. He's dead. This is killing me, but I have to write this out. Terri is a mess, and I have to go bury my buddy. In what fucking wold is this right? In what fucking world, when you call a Vet, they won't even look at him without their blood money. Won't even let you in the door without money I don't have.
I picked him up, and cleaned him up the best I could, and he didn't seem to have anything broken. He kept trying to crawl to me, and all I could do was rub him. I thought maybe he was just knocked down hard. But, after an hour, he died. Now, I have to bury another dog. I'll never bury another one. This is so fucking hard, but you are the only one's I can talk to.
I have to take a break, Too much shit is going wrong. I'm going to be off for at least a few days. I just don't know anymore. I don't know what the hell I'm trying to prove here anyway. I just wanted you to know how much I think off you, and I won't be around for awhile. I am really getting close to the fucking edge with life. Nothing changes, it just gets fucking worse every day.
I gotta go bury my buddy. Thank you for being there for me. I just didn't have anyone else to tell. I'll try and be back in a few day, but I'll let you know whats up. You have been to good to me for me not to let you know what's going on. I love you all. Say a prayer for a little dog, that that only liked to play and loved Terri and I. Thanks~