I've been getting in lots of contracts for translation, including one that has me very excited (literary translation - my real goal in being a translator). I've realised my business is going to fly, and I was able to turn down a temp position that would have paid a mediocre wage to do something I hate. And I've been making plans for my handfasting ceremony in September with my girlfriend.
But there's been rather a big downside, came last night. My ex and one of our mutual friends (we were together eleven years, J and I, raising our kids - my stepkids, but nobody calls 'em that, they're just our kids - and we're still close friends) stopped by, with our friend's dog Sammy along. Sadly, they'd come to tell me that our much-loved beagle cross, Toby, had been struck by a car and killed earlier in the evening.
I've got a longer post up at twice_immigrant about it, but Liss was kind enough to let me share the news with you folks here.
Toby, you sweet, wonderful, loving little beast, I will miss you terribly. You never failed me, in anything. I could never have asked for a better companion, to me and to my family. Rest well, my friend.
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