God, I am such a tool

The other night we watched "I Am Legend" and I started to bawl my eyes out when Will Smith's dog was bitten by zombie dogs and died. I really need to get a grip.

Rest in peace

Midnight was my best friend. She died of cardiac arrest on a Wednesday at 6 in the morning after 10 days in the hospital with a blocked bile duct and two operations. She was 12. I wish she didn't have to go that way, I would have liked for her to be in the comfort of her home instead of scared and alone in the animal hospital, but she had a great life and was very pampered and very loved from the minute we found her and her sisters and brothers, abandoned, when they were only about a week old. We placed all of the other puppies and kept her, the runt of the litter. She had purple spots on her tongue (she was a black lab/terrier/chow mix, we think) and liked to dig for moles in the ground. She was a sweetheart, very loyal, shy almost to the point of being skittish with people she didn't know, she was calm, she had the softest ears. She will be greatly missed.