It's been a particularly emotional week. 
And my mother has just informed me that she plans to give the puppy away. 
As if it's not bad enough I'm stuck living with them…I told her when she was planning to adopt this thing that if her "trial period" ending badly I'd take it personally…seeing as I too was loved and then "let go".
After stacking disappointment on top of grief, on top of the general rigors of life and so on, you just don't care to use words.


Update:  The puppy stayed