This is the life, hold on tight.: Rain, Rain, (Don't) Go Away...

What a gloomy, rainy Wednesday. I love it! This cool, rainy weather is perfect for curling up in bed with a good book, or putting on a romance movie. That's exactly what I plan on doing today. I slept great last night, but I woke up this morning still feeling groggy, still feeling sleepy. Sometimes, I need to take a day to just catch up on the sleep that I need. As a mom, living a single mom life as far as raising a son goes (I am not single, relationship wise. But I raise Jayden alone.), I get tired after long days of endless cleaning, cooking, bathing, laundry, homework and then trying to take care of myself on top of running errands for not only myself and Jayden, but also my father. I shouldn't say I get tired...I get exhausted.

The rain started yesterday afternoon. My dad, Jayden and I decided around 7 last night that we were going to go for icecream. We decided to drive out to Munnsville and see our pastor, Barb. Then we went to Mr. Sprinkles, which is out that way. While at Pastor Barb's home, we spent some time checking out her beautiful fish tank and all of the baby fish in there. There are so many pregnant fish in there too!......Pregnant fish...is that right? Is that what they're called? Or is there another word for fish that are about to have babies?

Anyways...after we were done looking at all of the beautiful fish, we walked out back because I wanted to see where my dog, Traveler was buried. Traveler was amazing. We got him when I was in first grade. He was a pure bred, chocolate lab. He was huge, and a big goof. I moved away the first week of June in 2005 to my own apartment, I came to my dad's house June 19 and played with Traveler outside. June 20, I came back again and something was different. My dad said Travey needed to go to the vet because he wasn't acting right at all. Traveler was pretty much unresponsive. He couldn't get up. Couldn't even look up at you, as he always did, when he'd hear your voice. I knew it wasn't good. I cried as I kissed him and hugged him and told him I loved him. I had a gut feeling he was going to be put down. He was. He was sick. Very sick. He was put down in Waterville at the vet, and after, my dad took him to Pastor Barb's and buried him in a beautiful location in their back yard. I had never gone, I thought it'd make me too sad. But last night, I wanted to see. Sure enough, it made me very sad, but I also saw how beautiful it was out there, and it was a beautiful spot for him to be.

Below, is a picture of my beautiful, Traveler...a.k.a "Travey."