Last photo of my dog, Koda, before she was put down. She was old and sick. I already debated the morality of the situation and the act of having to put animals down in my head and am too tired to elaborate again. Under the orange tree. The emotional final to a rough period. The end of Spring, the start of Summer. I didn't appreciate her enough and now I miss her. I was too apathetic, I didn't walk you enough, I didn't play with you enough, I was too stuck in my own room and my own mind. I was too distracted and preoccupied, too depressed, too demotivated, and I do this with the rest of my family. Too narcissistic. I can barely take care of myself, how can I take care of others? My Mom was there for you, but I wasn't. I'm sorry.