But she has a good excuse, her dog died.
New York Post says, “I lost my Scottish terrier, Lena,” three weeks ago. “That seemed to set me off.
“She got old. She got cancer. She was the fabric of our family. We had to let her go to heaven. My daughter and I had to put her down. It was too horrible for words.”
I remember back a few years ago when my Hamster, Mickey, died by way of heatstroke. He worked that wheel way to hard one day and just bit the dust. First thing I did was go out and hire a prostitute and buy an 8-ball of cocaine. I feel ya Tatum! Life has to go on and you have to find your own personal way to heal.