Still no sign of Pecos. I think that he knew it was his time and he wandered off into the woods to die. Yesterday was a rough day. I spent the majority of the afternoon crying and then had to sleep because my head hurt so much from the tears. I'm glad I didn't cancel the party, though. Seeing everyone and knowing that they're all there for me was comforting and I enjoyed myself, with two minor breakdowns throughout the night. So many people showed up last night. I got really annoyed at a few points because some people have no respect but it's whatever. I'm going to start monitoring who is coming to my parties a little more closely. People also need to learn that cigarette butts go into the ashtrays and empty beer cans go into the trash can/bags. They don't go on the ground. They don't go in the bathroom on the floor. They don't go in the grass. Into the trashbag. Into the ashtrays. How hard is that? I mean, we invite people to our home to hang out and that's all we really ask. I'm going to have to start turning on my bitch switch to get people to do those two simple things. Oh well. I'm going to detox until my birthday party, I think, anyways. So no more parties over here until then.
Anyways, I miss Pecos. I miss his fuzzy little face and the tippy-tapping of his toenails on the tile floor in the kitchen and the way that he would annoy us all by wanting to go in and out and in and out of the house. It's weird not seeing him around. I love you, big guy. You were a fantastic friend for 15 years of my life.
I think I'll continue to post a picture of him in all my blogs for a while, just because it makes me smile to see his face.
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