almost 14 years of life, this one. the family dog. angel. memories: i used to feed her jalapenos just to see her freak out and lick her lips frantically. she asked for more, though. she used to go into the laundry and chew on our underwear. sorry, it's just a fact. she never really liked men. she loooooooved me. she liked to sleep outside my bedroom door, if someone forgot to put her in her cage at night. sometimes i'd let her in and she'd crawl under my bed and eat things. dead bugs, i suppose. (she's a dog!) she used to love greeting us when we got home. she had really picky standards when it came to her rest space. she would spent 10 minutes arranging her quilt before she'd lay down on it. she really, really, really liked bread. she begged for it silently. she'd stare at you until you gave in. my mom told me not to, but i always did anyway. she's a DOG. who cares if she eats my spaghetti? anyway. things went sour. she has a skin problem, and smells, and is blind. mostly due to neglect. mostly deaf, also. apparently wandering around in circles, now. you know what that means. time for a final voyage to the vet tomorrow. it's been a pleasure, angel. i hope they let you sleep outside of your cage tonight.
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