I have had quite a strange week. A week ago I heard gunshots very close to my house. Most normal people will just hide and maybe call the police. I am not normal. I went outside to see what was going on. I was sure somebody was hurt. I went next door and the lady there was firing off a gun to scare another neighbor's dog out of her yard. The poor dog was frantically trying to jump the fence. They told me to go away but instead I went to the dog's owners and told them what was happening. They came outside and got their dog in. I did not know my husband had already called the police. The police came soon and handled the situation. My neighborhood has been real quiet since.
Normal people won't go out when somebody is firing a gun. But I am not normal. I am not afraid to die. I am afraid to face everyday life.
But why?
Today my dog fell and had trouble walking. He is old. I have had him for 15 years. I know he will have to leave me soon and the thought makes me cry. I love this dog. He has been my constant friend.
I must get it together. My son is getting married in a year from now to a wonderful young lady. I have to be there at the wedding. I have to hang around for my daughter.