RIP Javi

Things were going as usual. I was cleaning the second round of eggs after breakfast and suddenly Andrew came rushing through the doorway into the tiny eggroom. He’d hit my old dog Javier as he was backing out of the driveway. Ran over him actually. I started bawling immediately, and was simultaneously livid. My husband has a way of not being very careful. Horrified, I screamed at him- how bad is it? What fucking happened? He screamed back in horror, asking what he should do. I said get the gun, you have to shoot him, you have to put him … Continue reading RIP Javi