Hey all. My internet broke down so I've been MIA. Now it's back and so am I, but not with encouragement and drive. I'm just feeling so horrible. Missy was my boyfriend's dog, until we got together four years ago, and then she was our dog. She and I had a really special bond, and I took care of her in every way, which was a lot, because she was already ten years old when I met her. She had bad hips and a metabolic problem, but I loved giving her long messages and grooming her patchy fur, and she was always so happy and sweet. She had the silliest bark I've ever heard.
She started to decline four days ago (Sunday), and passed away yesterday morning at 7:45 a.m. There's a reason I'm posting all of this in the Chicks in Control forum. I'm not in control at all. I haven't eaten since Sunday morning. I'm drinking all my meals. I'm seriously thinking about finishing off last night's bottle right now, and it's 10:30 in the morning.
My whole body hurts. I want Missy back. It was only right for her to go, cause she was 14 and for a Malamute, that's very old. She wasn't in pain until Sunday but she'd been uncomfortable for a long time.
I'm not in control. I don't even care about my weight or health. I don't want to scare anyone, though- I'm not going to do anything stupid, even though this post is very dark. My family is all here and my boyfriend (even though he's just as depressed, if not more) and I are taking care of each other.
Grief effects me this way every time. Writing this was good, though. I'm gonna go pour out that bottle down the sink, then maybe find a book or something. But before I do, how are you all feeling? How do you stay in control through the bad times? I'd love to know. I hope your days are going as beautifully as you yourselves are.

I had to put my dog Rocky down a few months ago... actually it wasn't my choice. As my Dad was taking him out the door to load him in the car to be put to sleep, I was literally sitting in the door way CRYING harder then I've ever cried in my life, hyperventalating. I actually threw up a few times. I had him for 15 wonderful years, he was my bestfriend. and not a day goes by where I don't talk to him in heaven.