big. mean. rabid. it chased me down the street. i was coming from the harvest. from my long lost friend. we saw each other and right away and the look and the foam tells me that i have to put him down. so like ol yeller, i caught him in a shed. i am having a hard time with the thought of killing him. even tho i know its the right thing to do. an animal in misery is the same as what i feel every second of everyday. i have been thinking about something i lost. something i waited to long to say. its on my mind constantly, and i am heartbroken by the fact that its gone and i cant get it back. if only i can say what i feel to the person i want to say it to.