barush | Sometimes, sad things must be done for greater good

Today I was having a rather serious discussion with my mother. It was about our dog, mostly about his well-being. He's been sick all his life, which means 5 years now, but recently it got really bad with him. I won't go into details about what's wrong with him, but he can hardly walk anymore, his kidneys aren't functioning properly etc. So we kinda decided to let him go. Preferably this weekend. And then bury him at our friend's cottage in mountains.

My mum was crying all the time we were speaking but somehow I don't feel sad or anything. It's rather strange 'cause I've been so depressed when my hamster died and now we're speaking about literally killing our dog, who's lying beside my feet by the way, and I don't feel anything. We've all known it'd have to come one day but none of us thought it'd be so soon. I guess it'll dawn on me once he's no longer here but now I'm just feeling nothing.

Well, so it's him, our RON.

You can tell I'm a Harry Potter fan=)

Well, nothing's definite yet, but I think I should be prepared to say goodbye to him.

Later