I buried Moe this morning with some of his toys, and other things he like to play with.  A rubber ball, 2 toy mice, a pair of my rolled up socks, and part of a palm tree.

I so kept expecting him to jump out and just act like he was fooling me.  Then whenever I flushed the toilet he would come running and just watch the water go down.

I did not sleep well last night. Kept crying and crying and sobbing last night. This morning my eyes are all swollen, and I’m still crying.

The dog needs to be put down. Why should another pet get hurt or killed? He’s hurt two other dogs.

Moe will be buried today. I’m going to bury some of his toys with him. He was suchk a cool cat.

This tragedy has me wondering why my ex and his whatever (aka the 13th astrological sign) have to read my blog.  He got the lifestyle and house he wanted.  But at what cost?

Neither one of them should have any interest in what I say or do.  Especially him.  He got what he wanted.  Ad he can work his ass off until it snows here.

Yes, I’m upset and questioning everything.

Luna is trying to comfort me as best as she can.  She had never crawled up on me before and been so loving.

He was killed tonight by a dog. The dog ripped his little insides right out. the dog that did it lives on the property and the owners told if he hurt one more animal that he would have to be put down.

I just wished he handed killed my baby. At the moment I wish that damn dog would come up here because I’d go and grab my butcher knife, and go after it.

All I want to do is cry.

Well according to this one psychic I’m supposed to be going into a unprecedented 3 month period of good luck.

I won a whole $39 in Powerball in yesterday’s draw.