So... my dog died last week. Saturday the 8th. My poor little girl. I haven't been back home since she died because I've been having finals and it's been too hectic and I've been holding up really well, but I feel like when I go home and she's not there and she won't ever be there again that it'll all just really hit me. I can't wait to go home and hug the crap out of my boys, my Dreamy and my Coffee. Apparently Dreams likes to stand in front of Coffee while he's trying to sleep and bark at him and he just ignores him.