As you'll recall, I had to give Baby Girl up for adoption in January. That was a suck ass day in my life. I later updated you that she was adopted on Valentine's Day. Not satisfied with this, I had to know more. Yesterday I called Animal Humane and finagled my way into getting them to give me the adopters phone number. With the phone number I found the address. With the address I found the house. At the house today I found the dumbfounded new owner. Although somewhat put out at my arrival, upon the release of my wail of tears she let me in.

Baby Girl's new name in Val, short for Valentine. The new mommy and daddy are Lenny and Carrie. Carrie had a miscarriage in February and was very unhappy so Lenny brought her home the dog. Now the dog is her baby. Val wouldn't let me touch her. She just barked at me. She always was afraid of strangers but never this bad. Carrie said the shelter workers said Baby Girl was extremely depressed the whole time she was in the shelter. Maybe she was just mad at me today.

I couldn't drive home for the crying. Russ had to come get me. She was my baby. I've never loved anything so much before in my life. I'm not sure how I gave her up in the first place. I promised her I would always take care of her and I failed. Being a grown up sucks. Fucking up sucks. Being sick sucks. Doesn't anybody else on this damn site have any pain...