One of my best days

In the fall of 2001 i was on my way to my internship at a school in knightdale when my tire went flat. andy came to rescue me, and instead of going to the school, i just went back home to our apartment at dominion r@msgate.
we talked all day about getting the dog we had just picked out. we had been to see her, he had picked the puppy he liked. she had a half brown face and a half white face. that evening we went out to eat at el rodeo, and then we went to apex to get our puppy. my puppy. the one i had begged for. --morgan you probably remember this.
we picked her up, there was about to be a bad thunderstorm and she was terrified. i held her little, four pound, sweet self in my lap and loved her instantly!
that night we had all sorts of plans that she would sleep in her plastic kennel. she cried for about five minutes, and we put her in the bed with us--where she continued to sleep every night until i was big and pregnant with elena and she decided she needed more wriggle room. :).
luna was our girl. she loved to fetch sticks in the river, go on hikes, chase anyone who was kicking a ball and try to attack the ball.


today, luna got run over in the road in front of our house, and she was killed pretty much instantly. she is buried, curled up, just like she slept, in a box close to the woods by the swingset.


today has been one of my saddest days.