Nothing ever goes as planned. The 17th it will be a year that I lost my best friend, my coping mechanism, my cure all. It has been a ABSOLUTE BITCH of a year.
Imagine how happy I was when my parents (I still live with them) decided to let me get another dog.
So here I am searching the shelters. My friends keep tagging me in posts. I fall in love and then something always goes wrong. I feel like I'm just walking circles. My parents don't agree with me on anything. Not sure why it matters when it will be my dog.
So here I sit, yet again having fallen in love with a dog 45 minutes from me and I'll get my heart crushed again because i can't get there to meet her right now due to work. I think I'm just gonna give up.