  We went to see Cal yesturday, then to Target, then we went out to eat. I wasn't very hungry but my mom got a salad for me anyway. I only ate a little bit and then I started crying. At first I didn't know why but then I realized that lately, meaning for weeks, I had lost my appetite. If I eat something I don't like one day I end up not being hungry for a while. Then I started thinking of Cal, and how he is being put to sleep Thursday, which is tomorrow.
Then my dad asked if it was because of Cal and I nodded yes, and that started my mom crying. The waitress must have thought we were phsycos. So then today we went to see him again and I got to ride my favorite horse (besides Cal) named Cheyanne, a really pretty appaloosa gelding. My dad also took some pictures of me riding him, and of Cal. I know I should be there for him when he gets put to sleep, but it's all just too sad, and I've suffered too much depression in the past months to go into a deep one again.
When I'm sad enough I'll do anything. Even go to the theater, which I think I want to do, to see the third Harry Potter, just to cheer me up. Comedy and the sort cheers me up. 
