Saturday, my wife and I cooked a feast for forty people.
Sunday, I left on a TDY mission.
Tuesday, my wife took our good, faithful dog to the vet because she couldn't stop vomiting.
Wednesday, Roxie was put to sleep.
I just got back today. There's so many emotions running around right now that I can't label them all, or even figure out what the hell they are. Roxie had her health issues but both the Ragin' Mrs. and I thought we'd have a few more years with her. She's buried now, underneath a stand of trees at a friend's house. Brave, faithful, loving, protective, joyful....
Pardon me, but I need to go cry like a baby right now.