Today's entry from the past was written in July 2000. It is about relationships and betrayal:

I held her head in my hands this morning and whispered, "I forgive you."

She had made me so angry last night that I couldn't bear to look at her. The evening was spent in steely silence, as I replayed her betrayal over and over in my mind. She had taken away the one thing I wanted most with no regard to my feelings, and I wanted her to suffer for it.

I went to bed upset, always the wrong thing to do, cringing from her attempts at physical contact. When I awoke this morning to see her warm brown eyes sadly seeking forgiveness, however, I finally realized what an obstinate jerk I was being. She's family, and she will always be more important than any other thing the world may provide.

I know she's just a dog, but it was a damn good turkey sandwich.