Things That I Hate

Losing Loved Things

Tomorrow, a woman is coming to check out my dog because we have to sell her. If the woman likes her, she’s going to take her home and I will never see her again.

The woman has five kids and they will be so happy with my dog, but why do I have to get rid of her? I feel so mean, even though my dog is admittedly not the most intelligent, so she won’t really miss me. I hate that I will never see her again. I hate this feeling, of dread, of hopelessness, of hurt, of everything.

I feel as though I’m losing a piece of my soul.

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