Thirteen years.

For thirteen years my family & I had a rottwieller (sry I still can't spell that word), and she just recently passed away on Saturday, the 4th. I don't know what to say or how to feel about it. She was a part of the family, everyone always remembered topanga & never failed to ask how she's doing. It's kinda weird to walk into the garage or even look into the backyard and know that she isn't going to come running into my direction. I've been really detached from the situation, just feeling like I shouldve seen it coming, when in reality it caught me off guard and threw my world in a whirl wind. I don't like knowing that she's gone. I hate the thought of it. She wasn't just a family pet, she was a family member. I'm really not trying to be dramatic, it's just that I practically grew up with her. My family got her when I was seven, and now I'm twenty-one. Anyone who has had pet for that long would too feel at least a little hurt, if not a lot. It's hard to adjust without her, I'm just expecting to hear her scratch her nails against our sliding door, or hear her bark when an unfamiliar person is approaching the house. Bleh. I feel like crying...