I was kicked in the metaphorical balls, not once, not twice, but three times in very rapid succession. How? Let me tell you.

I was busy elsewhere, when I heard a conversation from two employees. talking of what can she do, to a neighbor who's got too many dogs, and now a puppy /tied to a friggin tree/ with shelter. It was shivering.

Damnit, that image is floating around in my mind and refuses to leave.

The 2nd is when I was helping another with a big donation. Well, they happened to have a small picture frame that caught my eye. It was a beautiful Datamation, one of those types that's like the tattooed man, with too man tattoos. That wasn't what bothered me, but the /dialog beside them./ "I had a good life - I guarded - I was loved - I was a friend"

That nearly did it, but then as soon as I walked in, what do I hear on the radio? "All dogs go to heaven"

That song is hard enough to listen too on good days. But I swear, I lost it. With tears rolling down my face, I left and went to the break room. I felt like just going home then and there, but one of our supervisors came in, asking what's wrong. I explained it to her, and how it's hurting.

I got to stay in the break room until I could compose myself. Then went back to work. On lunch, I went to Burger king and ate /alone/.

While back, a lady came in asking if she could just buy this sewing machine cabinet, and not the machine. I got a manager, to authorize that. Once she got it, she hugged us both, so thankful.

I'm finally over it, the pain is gone, but why did it hit me so hard? I must still have issues with Dot, and Schyner. I had to put /both/ down, due to that damned cancer, and I guess it's still a scar in my mind.