I’m tired, cranky, and depressed as hell. The past three nights I’ve gotten about maybe eight hours of sleep total. Sassy, our dog, has been having a bad seizure and we had to take her to the vet. I’ll go more in depth to that later, for now I have to take her back to the vet. It’s time to say goodbye and I don’t want to. Does that make me a bad person? I know it’s selfish to pray for her to hold on even though I know she’ll never be the same. I love you, Sassy. I know that you’ll be in a better place soon and that gives me hope.