"Not Me!" Monday

I did not sob uncontrollably in the reception room of the vet's office last week (surrounded by two happy Scotty twins and a charming Golden Retriever begging for attention) when I went to pick up Lucky for the last time. We learned he has terminal cancer. And I will be the best doggy hospice nurse I can be. (Why does he keep staring at me, then look away when our eyes meet? What does that mean?)

I did not delete all of my other "Not Me" entries, because after that one, they didn't matter this week.