I'm not crying anymore. I spent probably the first week pretty much bawling my eyes out every time I remembered that Sassy is gone. It's hard. She'd been part of my life for so long that it just ripped a big hole in my heart. I wasn't the only one, either--Mom and Dad have both been struggling... Mom still tries to change the subject whenever I start talking about Sassy. As confrontational as that woman can be when it comes to arguing, she does tend to pull the avoidance card when grief comes into the picture. Me, I know it'll hurt more later if I shove the pain to the side, so I prefer to have it out then and there--and believe me, I did.
I'm not crying anymore, but neither am I my usual chipper self. I have a new melancholy cast to my spirits these days. I'm not giggly like I usually am--at least, not very often.
Mom told me that when I have place of my own, with a fenced-in yard, she and Dad will get me a corgi puppy. While no dog could ever replace the incomparable Sassy, a dog would still fill that hole better than anything else.
In other news, it appears that I'm very allergic to broccoli all of a sudden. I'm broke out in a rash and hives from head to toe... literally. I didn't go to church this morning, though I was wide awake, because I knew I'd be scratching non-stop. Tomorrow, I'm going to the health center and see about getting a cortisone-steroid shot, because it's not clearing up on its own. Seriously, it's maddening. Thank goodness for Benadryl and its creme, or I would never get a moment's sleep.
I have an interview at The Buckle Tuesday morning at 11, so prayers would be appreciated. I filled out at least 20 applications within the past couple weeks, and I really don't want to look at another one for quite awhile.
Well, kids, summer classes start back up tomorrow, so I'm off to get a little sleep. Good night!