I hate death.
Today, my grandparents dog died.
His name was Bruno, and he was the sweetest thing.

I don't really deal with death very well. I have never done that either.
It just sucks, so hard, to know that the cute little buddy of min will never boff as we go to visit my grandparents house. He'll never come running as we enter the door, make som boffing sounds, and then run to get his teddy bear.

My mom woke me up to tell me this morning, and I cried from then and far after the funural. Be burryed him in out garden, under a new tree to remind us of him.
I feel really sorry for my grandad. He was really really sad, and I'm not used to see him like that.

I've been spending the day being really sad and pissed off.
I don't really know how to deal with death, cause .... well I don't know.
All I know is that I'll miss him so much. I miss him sorely already.
It's gonna hurt for a long time, probably forever.
Some day it'll just be easier to bare.

I love you, little buddy.
I miss you already, and I'll always miss you.