Friday morning, June 10th, John took Snickers to the vet. Even with a pill popper and a tiny syringe, she wouldn’t take her pills, eat, or drink water. At 8:45a, my cell rang and it was my mom asking if I wanted one more chance to say goodbye to Snickers. I told her no because I didn’t want to remember her that way. I laid in bed for another hour, and then it rang again. It was my mom again, telling me they were going to put her down. She asked if I still wanted another chance, and this time, I said yes through my tears. I dressed really quickly, and when I sat in my car, I noticed that some things were missing - my visor, where I usually keep my cds, was missing. There were no sunglasses, and the little thing I keep on the visor where the sunglasses are was missing also. I looked over and my Dooney and Bourke purse that my brother gave me was missing. So not only was I upset about my kitty cat, but about my car being broken into, despite it being locked. And in my own driveway no less.

I sped all the way to the vet’s office, and cried the entire time too. When I got there, my stepdad was waiting in the lobby area for me. We had a few minutes to talk to Snickers and say goodbye to her. I told her how much we loved her, how Mom was so sad that she couldn’t be there (she was in Minnesota with my great aunt), and that my grandma (who died April 2004) was waiting for her with white roses (Mom had put a dozen on her grave the day before). When the doctor came in and administered the two needles, Snickers looked at me, and for a moment looked just like herself. It was as if she was saying “thank you for taking care of me, and doing all you could.” She did her eye-squinting thing that she always did when we talked to her. I always took it as a sign of love whenever she did that. And then she just drifted off to sleep.

My whole heart aches. I haven’t cried at all about Snickers since Friday, but writing this is sure difficult. I cannot explain how wonderful of a family member she was - and yes, that is what she was. She was not just a cat, or a pet. She was so special and dear to us. She would follow us around the house, and whenever we would talk with her or even say her name, she responded, and talked right back to us.

I was going to write more, but now I’m not in the mood. Sorry.

Ok, I am ready to move to Gainesville. Seminole is SO boring now! On days that I work, I sleep in late, and stay in my pajamas until about an hour before I have to be there. I play Sims all day and watch TBS starting with Dawson’s Creek. I guess it’s kind of good because Senior Year I don’t think I relaxed once; I kind of forgot what it felt like. And I kind of feel bad (lonely too) because I haven’t hung out with anyone from HS since graduation. At the same time though, none of them are my true friends, so it shouldn’t really matter.

I got my rooming information for UF along with my room mate’s information. I called her on Monday night and she was SO SWEET! We talked for an hour or so, and then again on Tuesday for about another hour. She is getting a guinea pig (already has it actually) named Spot for our room, and she wanted to run it by me before she actually went through with it. I am so excited to meet her - it’s such a relief that she is down to earth, sweet, and NOT a snob. We are going to get along wonderfully and learn a lot from each other. Like I told her, I just want to walk away with another friend, no drama :)

I decided to transfer to the Albertson’s in Gainesville until I can find a better job. I really truly do not want to work there anymore, but I felt like it was a better choice for me to have a definite job than to go there and try and find a job when the 5,000 other summer B people are trying to find one. We shall see, I’m going to keep an eye out! already told me to apply at Firehouse Subs (is that what it’s called?) so I’m definitely going to do that when I get up there.

Haha, and I were on the phone last night and we decided to have a party before classes start. It’s called BAMP - Bad Ass Mike’s Party, because we both want to try Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Ahh, I cannot WAIT. Whitney you are coming too, of course!!

It’s been raining her non-stop so I can’t go out to the beach, or wash my car, or do anything productive in the sun. I did go visit my dad in Inverness on Tuesday though, which was kind of neat. It’s nice that we are re-establishing our relationship, but it’s sad that it didn’t happen sooner than a few weeks before leaving for Gainesville.

Oh, and for the record, BOYFRIENDS ARE LOSERS.

EDIT I always forget to make my entries friends-only, grr.

Your IQ Is 100

Your Logical Intelligence is Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average Your General Knowledge is Average

Your Expression Number is 7

Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing. You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth. Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths. You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake. Operating on a different wavelength, most people don’t know you that well. Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion. So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations. You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times.