After getting attached to Sadie we had to say quick good-byes yesterday. She had been going to the bathroom in the house. I think this was from a change of diet. But Christopher didn't feel like she would be a good fit, apparently the previous owners didn't tell us she was slightly schizofrentic(sp?). Libby and I were pretty devastated and had some good, hard cries. She was such a sweet and gentle dog and so quickly added so much joy to our lives. Libby kept saying, "but she was perfect" and "Samuel didn't even get to meet her."
We had gotten news that Samuel would be coming home tomorrow or Tuesday. But now they think he's suffering from morphine withdrawls and are keeping him longer.
Frustrated, tired, weary and over it would describe my general mood today. I wish the sunshine would come back.
I feel like I need to make a t-shirt that says, "Life is good, but sometimes it sucks."