Lestat is dead
Lestat is dead. He's dead on the living room floor.
This is not the call I expected just after an email about seeing a movie. Nor did I expect to be helping carry a 100# German Shepherd's dead body to the trunk of a 1999 Mustang to deliver him to the crematorium.
My best friend's world is falling apart, slowly, as he's trying to rebuild. Two pets in two months. Granted, one was expected (the ferret) and Lestat (the dog) was 10 years old, it doesnt make it easier.
Considering that he himself died within the last 6 months, it's been a rotten year.
Here's to making it better.