This has been one piece of shit week. First my loss of friendship, now this.

My sister's (who is out of town) dog tested positive for heartworms. A mild case, but I'm still freaking the hell out. I love that dog so much. So much. Of course, I could view the glass as half full, as my dog tested negative, but I can't. I love that dog. I want her to live so badly.She needs to take it easy for 6 months, but she's a lab, so it will hard on her.

I can't imagine waking up...