Ok. So I haven't done this in a while. My bad, but oh well. So Friday the 13th I was babysitting and (if I were like I don't know believed in this kind of stuff) I cut my foot really bad! I had to go get stitches. It's not as bad as some people who's had stitches (thank god) but I only had to get 12.
The next day, Saturday my dad and I went to teh vet with my dog Max. We had to put him to sleep. OMG it was so sad. He was 15 or 16 and really old and very sick. He dropped like over 11 pounds in less than a month. He would not eat or anything. It would be a lie to say I didn't cry. Now our other dog Cassie, she is 16 or 17, and she is starting to get really sick to. It's so sad. My families had these dogs for like ever! Oh by the way they're beagles. (not bagels, beagles.)
Then that Sunday we have officially left our church. My family has been thinking about it for some time and we have made it official. man it was so sad. There are like so many memories in that small little country church. I've went there like ever since I came to America! (I was adopted. I came to America when I was 5 months old) And my best friend Hannah since like I don't know, I was 9 or 10 goes there and I am so going to miss her. I mean we'll see each other still but it's going to be weird not seeing her every Sunday. Then there is her older brother Derrick who is really cool. And then there is TJ. Gosh I remember when I first met him I was like 6 or 7 I think and I thought he was a whack job. Serioulsy. but then I found out he has ADHD or ADD or something like that and now he is 17 (same age as Derrick) and he has to take a med. and he is also way cool. But I think most of all I'm going to miss those days (a couple years ago) when our youth group was way big. I mean not that big but big for our church. There was these three siblings. Two of them are in college and the youngest is a senior. But Megan and Sammy (the two oldest) were like my role models. Then Sammy started to do bad things and the family ended up leaving our church. OH the the parents were our youth leaders. But I really miss the youngest one. Dustin. I've never told him this but he was basically like my older brother. I'm the oldest in my family so i don't really have any one close to me to look up to. (psss. don't tell my mom! lol) He was so cool. He and his sisters has gone through so much and yet He is still able to smile and have a good time. Unlike swome people who slouch around feeling sorry for themselves. I haven't seen any of them for a long time but I know I will definitely remember them for like the rest of my life. biggrin Man
Man I hate how things like those has to come and go. I hate how things has to change. But I guess they're for the better. I mean what's life worth living if things like that don't happen? If nothing bad happens in your life then there is no way to tell what things are good. You know. You'll have nothing to compare good stuff to. Like dying in bad, chocolate is good. Although in some cases dying is good. Like my Grandma, before she died she was in absolute pain. Her husband had died like a couple days after Christmas. She had cancer that was incureable she was so so so sick and then she died. My mom said she was smiling when she died. So I know it was better off for her. And like Max he was in pain to. Life just has to happen I guess. We may not always like the outcome but God knows what he's doing. I'm having a hard time lately trusting that God does know what he's doing and that it's all for the better. (I've never told anyone that) But I'm trying to work that out. biggrin
This has turned into a whole chapter! But I guess it's a chapter from Kyiary's life. (Really me though) wink
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