There was really nice weather today.
Carissa, Leah, and I went to the Hamilton Park.
We all wore shorts. And Carissa's dad let her borrow the 'stang.
Top down drives are disastrous for my hair.
But whatever, it was nice.
I called my parents when we were there to tell them where I was.
They just got home from taking Cookie to the vet.
Apparently, all her levels are very high.
The vet asked if we wanted to put her down today.
My mom started crying. My dad started babbling on and on (which is what he does when he's nervous).
Thankfully, they decided not to.
The vet gave them more IV bags (she needs TWO full bags a day) and pills and she gave her some shots that are supposed to help with her stomach and whatnot.
My parents did decide that if Cookie doesn't get better by Thursday or Friday that they'll put her down.
Mom told me that on the phone while I was sitting in the park. She sounded like it was almost definite.
I told her I wanted to be there. She said she couldn't be there.
There are so many boxes around my house.
There is crap everywhere too. My mom has been going through everything.
She says it'll help sell the house and it'll be easier to move.
That's her motivation.
My parents want me to go through the storage closet of the basement.
I suck at throwing things away.
There's a dump truck in our driveway.
It's official. We're moving.
The house goes up for sale at the end of the month.
My dad told me we'll be staying until August.
But my mom said that whenever the house sells, we're going.
Ya know, besides all that depressing things...
I had a good day. (WARM+FUN=GOOD)
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