I don't like Mondays

Today we said goodbye to a new friend, that was with
us for too short a time. Her name was Dulce de Leche,
but we called her Dulce for short. She was the most
beautiful Dachshund puppy, and we already miss her.

You see, no matter how good life is going, it can
always decide to throw you a curve ball and fuck up
your whole groove. You are going along, super great,
happy as anything. You and your lovely wife decide
it's time to upgrade the family, and get a puppy.
Great idea, full of new things, and wonder. You do a
bunch of research, cover all the bases, and move
forward.

Then...BOOM. This is THE puppy. The one. You see
yourself with this little gal for as many years as
life allows. You spend a wonderful weekend together
with the new family member, bonding over her puppy
sickness, and your desire to care and heal this
little creature.

So when a little baby of a puppy doesn't get better
when you do everything you can, it doesen't make
sense. And when you put her to nap, after her feeding
and medicine time, and she doesn't wake up...well,
that's today. And I hate it.

I am so sad. Sad that Dulce is gone, and sad that the
love of my life, Andrea, lost her puppy. A puppy with
the love of a happy little girl should be
indestructable, if you ask me. But no one did.

The worst Mondays are the ones where you have to dig
a grave.

I hate today.