Diaries Of A Trophy Wife

I had a rough week...

Alot of things happened last week. First, my dog Sammy passed away. He stayed at my parent's house. We've had him since I was in the 8th grade. He had been sick for awhile, the vet said it sounded like cancer. I'm going to miss him. With him being gone it also makes it seem like another part of my Grandma is gone. I know that sounds weird, but Sammy always kept her company though the day, and she would always get caught feeding him scraps from her plate. I was closer to her than anyone and I miss her alot. I guess I've never really been able to deal with her being gone.

Sammy

Grandma & Me

This is strange too. We had painted our front room two weeks ago and when my Dad first saw it he said how it was the same color as a cabinet that was behind where my Grandma used to always sit. Isn't it weird how things like that are in our subconscious?

Aside from all that, my neighbor from down the street committed suicide. I am still shocked that that happened so close to us. There has been alot of crime happening in my community lately, so I spent a day or so scared to death that someone murdered him and things kept running through my head, what if Travis leaves for work and someone tries to break in, how would I protect Dalen, and on and on it went. Then the thoughts started of I should've done something, talked to the man or something, maybe I could've prevented it. Maybe he was just lonely.

I know this blog post is crazy today ;-). But I'm feeling kinda crazy.

Anyways...

Tomorrow is mine and Trav's 8th Wedding Anniversary!

October 27th, 2001