It's been about a month since my last journal entry.

My mom's cocker spaniel passed away last month, and we laid her to rest in the garden at my grandma's. The ones who have, on record, taken it the worst are our other two dogs, Dobie and Leigha. Dobie was nearly not eating his dog food from the usual silver dish we have for him; We think that he might have been acting as a sign of respect to her to not eat from the dishes he and she shared. Leigha wasn't eating much either. It took us changing Dobie to eating out of a Gladware container to get him to eat again.

My sister's back from college, and everything's worse than before. My mom's car doesn't look like it'll ever get repaired, we're way behind on the bills because of Prissy's expenses, and we're still all a little on-edge.

I hope things look up soon, because I'm looking pretty down right now...