This morning I got ready like normal, had two cups of coffee, and caught up on some October issues of my favorite magazines. Only after my makeup was already done, did I get a call from my mom saying that she had to bring our dog to the vet. Our dog is a beagle and his name is Scout. We grew up with him, but he lives with my mom still since we've grown up and moved out. He's about 14 years old so we know he's up there in doggy-years, but the shock still hurts. He's currently at the vet getting some blood work and analysis done, so there is no word that today is his final day, but realistically I have to keep his comfort in mind.
I took this picture during our weekend trip to the beach and that particular day it was cloudy and S was far away. It's exactly how my mind feels right now, cloudy and far away.