11.13.2007

my dog whitney is going to die very soon. we got her when i was starting the eighth grade. my dad spent way too much money on her thinking she was a purebred. we laughed when her papers never came.

now her breath smells and her body is twisted and lumpy with cancer and arthritis. thinking of this makes me sad and melancholy... like listening to a gordon lightfoot song or remembering something nice from the past that's long since faded.

but i'm having a baby.

this makes my heart joyful and my insides excited.