Today I am feeling so alone. Not sure if I shared here but WW and I had to put our dog down due to cancer 2 weeks ago (13 yo lab). WW asked for a paw print of dog as a remembrance and I respect that wish. This morning, I went to the vet clinic to settle bill and pickup clay paw print but the animal clinic screwed up. I did not blow up at the receptionist handling my bill but I shared my frustration with WW on phone as I left the vet clinic. After I hung up with WW I realized it was a sign of weakness but I honestly had no one else to talk to at that moment who would understand the situation.. my life stinks!!
