I think our crazy, dangerous dog that has bitten me several times, and who my dad absolutely adored and begged me not to put to sleep is dying. She's lost a lot of weight this week and didn't want to go on her walk and was not all that interested in the soup bones I get her. And my beta is sick also. I know it's a dog I don't particularly like and just a fish but I keep weeping nonetheless. Maybe it's just the proximity in time to the anniversary of my father in law's death and my other dog's death last year. This ancient dog that we adopted when the kids were tiny died last year on Valentine's day. Or maybe it's just thinkin about how crazy my dad was about this dog and how much she adores him also. In any event, I feel like an idiot crying as much as I have today.