Today I watched as my dog, Nirvana, was ran over by a ginormous truck. She was my spoiled rotten annoying adorable princess. She was my child. She slept with me every night, she ate the food that I ate, I didn't go out much because I didn't want her being at home alone for long. She was the legit Jake of my life (Adventure Time reference). I've never been so fucking depressed in my life. Two ladies had hugged me saying that they understood. Complete strangers comforting me. The one lady even dropped me off at the vet to have her cremated.
I tried typing a huge blog twice, it no lie took about half an hour to type up. Each time the site wouldn't let it go through or do something it wasn't suppose to.
But my best friend and I have decided we are getting a tattoo to remember her. She was a majestic unicorn when she jumped and ran. Because we both love Adventure Time and Nirvana was our 'Jake', we're somehow incorporated Lady Rainicorn into the tattoo.
Happy Halloween everyone.
