Down in the dumps

Its a strange feeling when your sad. It seems like the littlest thing can seem like the hardest to cope.  Like nothing or nobody can cheer you up. Times like these I just want my Mom to reassure me it will all be ok...and to help me look for the cat coz Nick has been really busy this week.
 
Just walking to work and seeing my Hagar posters had fallen down or had been ripped down almost sent my frustration levels overboard. Only to realize after I got on the train that I forgot my travel card and having to go back home only to realize I gave my keys to S and couldnt even break in...I went upstairs to see Mrs H who, just like me, was in tears had just learned that her sister tried to escape the nursing home and her  nephew had just died. I think we bonded over our cry fest. 
 
Misery loves company.
 
I guess when Im sad, I remember all the things that have made me sad, since Hagar is making me sad, I find myself thinking about all the animals that I have lost or almost lost.
 
Our bird Charlotte who our stupid dog Bruiser almost ate
Baxter my hamster who I gave away to my friend Amy whose Dad killed it with a broom...or so she lies
My bunny Bandit who disappeared from the shed
My dog Dido who had leukemia and had to be put down the same year my Gramma died and Dad got sick
Our dog Roxy who got eaten by a cougar...we think
Cinnamon the Horse who bucked me off and then ran off...I think I was more scared than sad but it still produced tears
 
I guess the list goes on considering how many animals we had
 
And then I guess losing anything is sad. Like 3 of my favorite earrings in the last few weeks
My favorite pair of jeans
My amber necklace
My ring
all have disappeared and I hate losing things
 
Animals and people are a bit more to be sad about...but when is it when you know you have to stop looking?
 
I will not give up on Hagar, we'll just haveto go out again tonight and hang up more posters and then I can rest in Amsterdam this weekend and hopefully not have to think about Hagar...the horrible.