Harlee Is Back

[days_unfolding]

The super cute dog got adopted. I'm not surprised. I guess that if I want a dog, I should work towards being in a good situation to adopt a dog, and the right dog will come along.

 

I stayed up really late reading (and looking at dogs), but sometimes it's nice to be able to do that. Oh, and I spent a bunch of time reading old journal entries, looking for sunshine_two's comments about what I'd need to do to have a dog. The entries aren't tagged, though, so I had to read them sequentially.

 

The vet called and Harlee's ashes are back. I'm going to run out later and pick them up. Strange that I heard her meow when I first woke up.

 

People in Lincoln are animal lovers. A guy practicing riding his motorcycle stopped me and told me that a cat had a litter of kittens up the alley, and could I feed them? I saw them when I first went outside, but they had vanished by the time that I came back.

 

Took a short nap. Threw myself together.

 

Picked up Harlee's ashes. I thought that I'd feel better having her back, but I feel like crying. Anyway, she's back home.

 

Decided to take another nap. So tired. Slept for five hours. I think that I'm going to eat and go back to sleep.