The Chink In My Armor

So I told ya’ll about my dog getting hit by a car in a previous post. Now let me tell you what transpired a month later.

On the day Binxi got hit, I was supposed to go out on a dinner date. Considering the way the day was going, I told my date that I wan’t too sure about our plans for the evening especially since he revealed that they’d kick off much later than I’d expected. We agreed that he was going to call me when he left the city around 10pm. Fine. By 10pm that night I was on my bed crying alone, afraid that my dog wouldn’t make it through the weekend. I will admit that part of me was looking forward to that call all evening so that I’d have someone (not really someone, but him in particular) to be there with me that night. Why cry alone when you can cry in someone’s arms? Well, 10pm came and left and no call. This bothered me, because this wasn’t like him. He’s Mr. Communication. If he was running late or there was a change of plans, he’d always call. When I needed him to do something for me, he had my back. We’re actually good friends, even when we’re not dating each other. So when I didn’t get a call, I felt a way. I’d put up a request that my FB friends and twitter followers pray for Binxi’s recovery (if I didn’t say thank you enough before, thank you ALL so much. I believe in prayer, and I thank you all for your prayers, thoughts and well wishes) so I know he knew what was going on. He’s always telling me about something I posted on FB or liking a status or something so I know he checks it. The weekend ends, still no call from him.