It's been quite a week and my mind has been all over the place, so I'm going to post in here just to get it all down.
I had to put my dog down on Sunday (he was the family dog, but I was there when we first got him). It was a sudden turn of events that started on Friday. He became very sick very quick, and no matter what the vet did he just got worse. I had to make the decision to put him down. I think that decision, no matter how sure I was, will haunt me for a really long time. I had to pick my father up from the airport to drive straight to the vet to be there with him for his last moments. I miss him tremendously, and I will never forget that moment. I've had another dog pass before, but this time kind of messed me up.
I mentioned I was picking up my father from the airport, he had been with his father down in Florida who almost died the week prior. My grandfather had finally gotten a pacemaker installed and things were looking up. My sister went down to Florida to continue being with my grandmother and grandfather while he recovered. I get a text while at work that he is back in the hospital, and my heart sinks. My dad hasn't gotten a break for weeks between his father, his job, and our dog. I wish there was more I could do for him.
On the brighter side, my supervisors are very happy with my work and ability. I received a raise in salary, and they are looking to have me work under some of the more senior staff to gain new skills inside and outside of my field. I'm also slowly progressing on my fantasy novel, which I feel like I have a solid handle on for the first time in weeks.