So obviously it's been a rough road lately with the loss of my beloved dog Spike. People and friends have had mixed reactions. Some good and some bad. My sister M has reacted the worse. For those who may or may not know we have a complicated relationship.

The reader's digest version is that M had teenage epilepsy. I remember at a young age seeing her shake, uncontrollably on the bed and then she had wet herself. I realized at a young age that I had to watch her constantly. This might have been because I thought she was trying to kill me. In one week she made me drink tidy bowl, squirted a fire extinquisher in my mouth, and a pen too. I am fairly certain she was trying to poison me. I believe that the epilepsy left her brain chemistry altered. She doesn't perceive reality in the way that normal people do.

So she couldn't wish me a happy birthday because I put Spike down. She also de-friended me on Facebook. This is coming from a 33 year old who should know better. Quite ridiculous if you ask me, and I am not a fan.

Hope you're all doing well.

Toodloo for now. SB