Today I took Max to the vet for his checkup and rabies shot. I was late and hustled Angelina and Max into the van and took off, only to have to turn back for Max's "sample" in the garage, sealed in a baggie and then double bagged in a Walmart bag. I gingerly tossed it onto the floor and took off.
As I neared the vet it happened. Tears came uncontrollably as I remembered the last time I came to the vet, with my sweet Goofy. I kept my sunglasses on as we checked in and gained my composure and the rest of the visit went smoothy.
I realized after that sometimes it is just a relief to have a good, honest cry. It may have started because I missed my sweet girl so much but then it became about more than my dog- it was a release of all the pent up frustrations and trials of life that we deal with everyday. I love Maxie to death and I will always miss Goofy, but having a good cry was just what I needed.
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