Nellie.

Last week.

Yeah, it wasn't the best.

I could sit here and tell you all how I got bleach on my adorable BCBG sweater or how I bit my lip in the same spot several times. Hell, I could even tell you how I had car issues, yet again. Looking back, those were just the small, trivial things that made last week hell.

We had to put our dog to sleep Friday evening. The past two months, our lab/mastive mix, Nellie, had been experiencing seizures. Our vet, put her on an anti-seizures medication, but wasn't sure it was going to keep them gone for good. Nellie was too old to develop epilepsy, so she assumed it was a brain tumor. We could have sent her to a specialist, but it was going to cost a pile of money and we wouldn't have put her thru brain surgery. Jade & I both agreed that if her quality of life was not there, then we would have her put to sleep. Jade dreaded even medicating her.

On Wednesday, Reyna made her way into our room that morning, but Nellie was not behind her like she usually is. She was laying behind our dining room table, not wanting to move. We could tell that she was in some sort of pain. When she was having these seizures or "episodes," she was losing her eye sight, balance. I don't think she knew what to do, so she would usually eat and drink. We thought Wednesday was the day, but later that day, she snapped out if it and Jade didn't have the heart to take a dog to the vet that had snapped out of whatever was going on.

Friday morning, we were getting ready for work and she started going into a seizure. Her eyes were twitching and she was lacking her balance. There was no way Jade could stay home with her and I was headed out the door for work. That night when I came home from work, she wouldn't move and her eyes were still twitching. I took her outside to go to the bathroom and she looked at me with sad eyes. I could definitely tell she was in pain.

I called Jade, but he was still at least an hour from coming home. After describing her symptoms, we made the decision that it was her time. It wasn't fair to her and she was not snapping out of it. A friend of Jades came and picked her and took her right to our vet's home. Jade couldn't take her. It was too hard for him.

It's been so weird around our house with out her. Quiet. I still walk to the backroom and step over places on the floor where I knew she drooled a path after drinking water. Jade came home last night and I didn't know he was home until he physically walked into the house. She always used to bark when he pulled in. Then it annoyed me, now it just makes me sad.