Last weekend and the first few days this week I was coping pretty well. I was feeling ok and there were never tears threatening to spill. I had a minor obstacle on Saturday but I dealt with it and thankfully I already had a good day, so it didn't push me over the edge. And then Tuesday to Wednesday night happened. I woke up startled by my mother who was shouting our dog's name. She had heard a noise and had run to our living room. We still don't know exactly what happened but she found our dog half unconscious lying on her side next to the table leg. We don't know if she woke up, wasn't alert enough and because of that fell off the couch and stumbled to the table and fell over, or she woke up, jumped off the couch and ran into the table leg. We don't know. Fact is that everyone was awake and I was shaking like a leaf. I have always been afraid of the night. When something was wrong in our extended family, or someone got sick, it always happens / happened at nigh...
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