Sorry I haven’t written in a few days. My youngest fur baby lost his fight with Lymphoma cancer. We found out about a month ago and was given a few weeks life expectancy. Yesterday I knew it was coming. I could just tell.
Death is such an odd experience. Its like a glitch in the Matrix and one thing has changed. You don’t know what has changed but then you remember a crushing weight threatens your breathing. Sanity. Will to live. Like perpetually stubbing your toe on the corner you don’t see.
I immediately took his bed and kennel out to the garage. I couldn’t stand to look at it and know that my boy would never again use those things.
I have planned to donate his toys and beds etc to someone who just got a puppy. If anyone needs anything contact me. All I ask is you cover the shipping.