Haggis, House, Hellions
Haggis had to be put down this morning after the tumor in her bladder started causing continuous discomfort and pain. She was roughly 13 years old and had a good life after being adopted by my aunt and grandmother, who gave her lots of love and spoiled her with little soft toys. That’s all I really want to say about that. She’s the biggest reason that I’ve remained in Halifax for all these extra weeks so I should be able to return home soon.
In other life-altering news: Mum and my aunt bought a house out near Bedford yesterday (which my brother and I think really fucking sucks) and my dad’s wife is knocked up with twins (which my brother and I think really fucking sucks). All of this is out of my control so I guess all I can really do is live with it. Or become an alcoholic. (I’m kidding.)
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