It has been a sad week. We had to put down my sweet wiener dog, Scrappy. He was very sick and I know it was the right thing, but he was the best friend I have ever had. When I am depressed he is with me constantly and has been such a comfort to me.

Sometimes it is strange to feel sad feelings outside of depression. Grief is so much better than depression. I have felt so loved by my network of friends and I have enjoyed crying tears for my sweet puppy.

This may sound very strange, but when I am depressed I either want to die, or I just feel empty inside, and this, while it hurts is much better than feeling they way I do when I am depressed.

RIP Scrappy