We were told to come in and set up our rooms today - a furlough day. I get there and all of the desks - mine, the kids, the computer, everything - is still out in the hall.
So I get it in my room, put posters up and leave, because I need to get the dog to the vet.
On the way to the vet, the dog started wheezing, like a child with asthma. He died as soon as we got to the vet, of heat stroke.
He was in an air conditioned car. I didn't stop anywhere and leave him in the car. Home to vet. They couldn't save him.
I want to go to bed, pull the covers over my head, and not come back out for anything or anybody.
I know I didn't, but I feel like I killed my dog.