I cried at an animal shelter today. I cried because when I held that dog and she finally stopped shaking I knew how she felt. She felt as if everything was right in the world and that everything was finally going her way. I cried because I knew I was going to have to put her down, I'd have to leave her there and just hope that someone could give her the love she deserved. The love she needed to be okay. I cried because more than I knew the feeling of everything being perfect, I knew of the feeling of having all of that ripped to shreds in a blink of an eye.











