velessa | my eyes hurt (Reply)

...and my nose is stuffed and my chest hurts because I've just been lying in bed crying instead of sleeping. In the morning we're going to pick up our new puppy, and I think it's just now hit me how much I truly miss Sierra. I never knew how attached I was to her. It explains a lot about how I've been acting lately...I don't have much interest in the puppies when we go to see them, I don't really care which one we choose, and I don't like any of the names we've been coming up with. I really don't want a new dog, I'm just not ready for that. No dog could ever in a million years come close to being as great as Sierra was. But my dad wants another dog and I guess Yukon needs a friend. I don't want a new dog. I just want Sierra back. And since that can't be, I simply don't want another dog at all. Yet I'm going to be the one stuck with the new puppy most of the time. I don't want that responsibility, but I don't have much of a choice; everyone else is gone all day while I sit here at home thanks to my excessive amount of night classes. Sigh...I want my dog back.