... 3 weeks ago and my mom neglected to tell me. My sister and brother went to visit her this weekend and T was telling me about the trip and she was like oh ya Lily got killed. WHAT?!
Lily, my dog, got into a fight with the neighbors dog and tore it to shreds I guess and the neighbor shot Lily. Which I don't blame him, but I'm still pissed because that was my effin dog. I loved her. She was a yellow lab. Really lovably and friendly, almost too friendly. She was the type of dog that you couldn't help but like cuz she was so sweet she always wanted to be petted. And she was like over 60 pounds and was a total lap dog.
When T was telling me this I was tearing up and she was like omg don't cry thats so stupid. My mom should've told me and I'm pissed that she didn't. This is one of her ways of getting back at me for not living with her. I'm so sick of her mind games, she's the fucking parent act like it. Well mom you get another point because you made me cry, congratulations. You win. I hope you're happy because I'm not.