Hey guys. This is sort of a vent/explination/sob kind of thing. I'll put things as bluntly as I can, because I'm hurting a lot inside.

My dog Tucker was hit by a car on March 20th 2007, he didn't make it. It's hitting me really hard because we were all gearing up for our older dog to die first, and have him as our security. Without him the whole family is basically a wreck. He was really the only thing that brought us all together, just because he was one of the sweetest dogs on earth. He'd grin and shake his ass (he had no tail) at you whenever you walked by him, even if it was just to call him a fat moron. He loved it.

I just can't believe he's gone. I loved him so much. He was more than a dog, and hell I'd rather my step-father die over him. I guess I'm just in greif but I loved that boy.

Anyway, the driver who ran him over was going at forty miles an hour in a twenty-five mile neighboorhood and was on her cellphone and wasn't paying attention at all. My step-dad through the ball for him to get, and well he was hit. At first we thought he'd make it because he didn't look to bad off, but he peirced a lung.

Let this be a lesson to you. Get off your fucking cellphone. If there had been a no-cellphone law in California or if that lady had enough common sense to go at the right speed limit my boy would still be alive.

Alright, this has dragged on long enough. If I seem mopey this is why.

Tucker's song may have ended, but you better believe the melody lingers on.