today,

While coming back from work I saw an adorable doggy almost get hit, and my mind flashed back to Chance.

Chance is a dog we rescued and adopted after seeing him get hit by a vehicle. Hence, his name, Chance, our second chance baby. :)

So I immediately tell my mother to pull over to the side of the road, and she does without argument, I then go into "track team" mode. I ran after the doggy as if my life depended on it. And while running to him he almost got hit by 3, yes THREE, more drivers. He finally made it to me. We finally made it back to my car.

And long story, shorter, without the help of the shelter we found his owners and name.

His name is Bentley.

And he shall be our baby until his owners come to get him tomorrow night. Sadly, we could not find his current owner, and so he is being taken in by the family that put him up for adoption as a puppy. I'm sad, because he brings back a lot of memories of my old baby Sadie Blue. I would keep Bentley in a heartbeat.

Tomorrow, I will definitely be crying.

Tonight, I could be crying to.

For you see, I just found out a certain ex is back to shooting up heroin. It crushed me to find out. This boy just can't grow up. He had so much potential and he lost it. I am stuck between a sick feeling, anger, and extreme sadness. They are crushing down on me.

So for anyone who is reading this:

There is a 20% chance of recovery from Opiate addiction. Just don't start. :(