More funerals...
Because it's that kind of month, yesterday morning the dog died in his sleep. So I went back to the parents for this funeral. We got Casey when I was in 6th grade, he was really dragging these last few months, and nearly 17 years is more than anyone could have asked. But it still sucks. At least he held on long enough not to go when we were at Aunt Rosie's, as I was sincerely worried might happen.
I feel awful for my parents.
I feel awful for my parents.
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In the past five weeks
January) My mother's Aunt Fay had been ill for a long time and passed away at the age of 94. Mom' Aunt Rosie (already 87) took ill at the funeral.
Three Weeka ago) My Father's Aunt Sarah passed away.
Last Week) Aunt Rosie died.
Yesterday) The dog.