We spent the afternoon at the vet, saying goodbye to our beloved Spencer, who was mistakenly named such as it was thought she was a boy.
We're still numb. I can't remove her second-favorite fleece from the bed, even though she won't be coming for it tonight ...
I have no idea what is going on in "the world".
[...the conductor's expression at the end is just as much a part of this as any of the notes:]
Sunday, June 29, 2008
No Pride this year ...
