Last week my Kyra had to be put down. She was getting seizures more and more often, the anti-seizure medicine wasn't working like it should, she stopped eating and drinking again. I hadn't seen Kyra since mid-November and so I feel like shit because of it. I knew she was sick and has been for a long time but I was not expecting it. I had called my Grandfather to wish him a Happy 76th birthday and he told me then. Jazz is having a hard time adjusting to being an only dog and has been moping around the last week or so.

Also, my Mom was diagnosed with Diabetes, which I will probably inherit eventually since my sister had Gestational Diabetes when she was pregnant with Brianna.

I spent the last week lying in bed reading and playing with Lucina from time to time. She's getting big, she's about 10 wks old now and weighs about 10 lbs and more brown spots keep popping up on the white part of her fur. Not only is she hyper and adorable but she's bad, she does things just for someone to praise her then turns around and does something she's not supposed to do.

Also, My brother Matt is out now, has been since March 22nd. He's found an apartment and now has to pay off his fine and do some community service.