I worked today. I had a lunch break today. I checked my phone on my lunch break today. That’s how I learned my parents decided to put the family dog down while I was gone. Without telling me until they did it. A Facebook picture and a text. And our pet of 14 years is gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, and I was his favorite out of the four of us. What the fuck. Why couldn’t you at least set a fucking date, maybe two days in advance. I wouldn’t even have to be there. I would have just liked to know it happened before it happened. Jesus.