Friday, January 8, 2010

Snow flurries arn't what's making me cold.

Chester's dying.
and I can't do anything about it.

You should have taken him to the vet.
I told you I told you I told you.
"He's not our dog"
Even though you told me I could keep him.
You don't care, that's why.
You gasp and cry about people on TV, but you don't care about anything but yourself and your perfect little picture of how your life should be.
"Put him out of his misery", you say.
So what, Mom? What are you gonna do??
I know you won't be footing any bill for a euthanization.
Shoot him?
Or should we stuff him in a garbage bag and drown him in the river?
Your choice.