I'm depressed again. My cousin's dog, Snoop, died. He got hit by a car.... I wanna cry! I loved that dog! He had such a short life.... And then he goes and gets himself ran over.... It's not cool. It sucks. He was only five years old. He was healthy, loved to run around, you know, your typical dog. Why did he have to get hit by a car? Why couldn't it have been Bear or Anna? (My neighbor's dogs, they're evil.) Why my Snoopy?! The weirdest thing is, Snoop was only five when he died and Sarah, their other dog, is fifteen and still pretty healthy. It's just not fair that Snoop only lived 1/3 of Sarah's life. I'm gonna go now, because I'm about to cry and I don't want to get the keyboard all wet. Bye.