Mourning

Sometimes being an adult sucks. Today is one of those days. A day when being an adult means getting a call first thing in the morning that one of your dogs is dead on the side of the road and not being able to leave work. Not being able to throw a childish fit that it is not fair. Not being able to show your pain because you can't let the kids know something is wrong yet. Still going about your day. And, eventually, having to sit those kids down and tell them that sweet, lovable Sheeba is no longer with us. That she will not be coming back home.