My dog Jetsom was put down today. He had a malignant tumor on his spleen and has been suffering from internal bleeding… he’s been acting oddly for a week but today it got really bad. Dad is having him cremated and we’re getting the urn with a little plaque on it. Cremation is creepy but I like the idea of the plaque.

I don’t know what Zena’s going to do.

Excuse my prolonged absence. I hate summer. Everything bad happens during it. We’ve had Jetsom for ten years; half my life. He was always ‘my’ dog more than Zena. I don’t know what Zena’s going to do… Dad is taking her to see him one last time (he’s already dead), I guess to see if she can understand that he’s gone.

I don’t believe in an afterlife, so &qout;He’s in a better place" doesn’t work on me, but I guess you can say it if you want. I wish I could hug him once more. He used to lay in the backyard and he would be my pillow while I read. He was always the one who slept at the foot of my bed. I’m sad that he had to go, especially with so much pain and suffering.

It will take me a while to get over this.