Bye Pippa

I was just down the vets with my girlfriend while her 14 year-old dog, Pippa, got put down. I never liked dogs (in particular Doberman Pinschers, but Pippa was a Border Collie), but I was there while she got put down, unlike with Tiga, the 16 year old Tabby who got put down just over two years ago. I loved her, more than I ever loved anything or anyone else, but I wasn't there when she died, I never attended the little funeral my mum held for her, and I never found out she had died until a month afterwards.
Just before Dana and I left the Room where Pippa was, the vet talked about her cat, who she had to put down, I'd absolutely hate to put down my own pet. That short little story of her cat made me sad, because it reminded me of Tiga, the only one who never scolded me when I did wrong, was always there when I wanted comforting, and when I was cold, she would sit on my lap and act as a hot water bottle to warm me up.
I miss Tiga, and I know Dana misses Pip' already...

Frankenstein

I now feeling rather down and depressed since reading Frankenstein: The Modern Prometheus. I have to say the book was nothing like what I expected it to be, it hasn't struck fear into my heart after all, instead it has plagued me with a very slight depression.
The best thing about this week is that after it all my coursework will be over and done with so the horns can be thrown and i can get back to doing the Monster Mash, and in about 6 weeks time I should have my new guitar. I won't be treating myself until then so for now I guess I should actually do something productive.