The Time of Year Death Flies Over

The Angel of Death has flown over again, and the Devil laughs at me some more. First my step-grandfather, then my grandfather, now my family dog. Fate continues to mock me, and I'm just about ready to go out and break sh*t with my bare hands. I still can't believe that gluttonous mutt, who has been practically healthy as a horse, decides to drop dead on us. Damn that dog; always sitting there with an innocent smug look on his face whenever he eat something right off our counter tops. Always wanting to go outside, but then whines like a b*tch because he wants back in. Then he starts puking his guts out all over the floors before finally drawing his last breath. I hated him, but I loved him like an estranged brother. I'm gonna miss that s.o.b.