Well i knew things werent going to be easy this week as my mum had made an appointment for the vet to come on Tuesday, to have her little dog, Sally, put to sleep. We've had her for 16 years, and she was about 2 when we got her, so she was a very elderly dog, and we felt the time had come. It wasnt too bad, very upsetting, but she went quickly and didnt struggle at all.
On Wednesday, my ex (whose wedding we went to on Saturday), rang to tell me his mum had passed away. She was only 60, and although i'd thought on Sat at the wedding that she didnt look well, i really wasnt expecting that. I'll admit i haven't seen much of her the past few years, but Olivia and Elliot had got quiet close to her, so i was dreading having to tell them. I spent all day on Thursday in floods of tears, think it was a build up of emotions from Sally dying too. Then when i told them, Olivia says, aww thats sad and looks upset for about 2 seconds, and Elliot said, oh so she's gone with Sally then. So after all that worrying they were fine.
Im really hoping there'll be no more sad news this year, this will be the 4th funeral i've been to this year.
All is fine with baby though, he's been going daft in there this week, moving loads!