Tired.

I'm so tired. Exhausted really. Just a couple days ago, Sunday, we put down rosa. Our great white Pyrenees, I grew up with her. And now, there is no big clumsy dog to follow me on my walks to the mailbox. Or to chase me around because she can. And then today I get out of an energy killing color guard practice to hear my mom tell me about how my sweet baby omelette got mauled to death by our two dogs. Yes I fucking get it. It's a chicken, who cares? I do. I raised her from the day I heard her soft cheeping in a small box that mom brought home one night. Omelette was the stupidest chicken in this world. But damn she was the sweetest. She followed me around the yard during free range. Honked her little honk and strutted around like she thought she was human or something. I've cried too much this year. And it's not even February. I thought this year was supposed to be great. I'm not impressed with this turn out. I love you omelette, and rosa. Rest in peace my sweet babies.