Goodbye, sweet dreams, sweet angel
This week, we said good-bye to one of our beloved pets, Kiwi the Hedgehog. This photo was from his birthday party in January.
We lost our precious angel Kiwi Monday morning at around 1 am. I feel a little relief in my heart knowing our spike-y little baby was spoiled rotten (with treats, toys and even elaborate birthday parties), and lived past his life expectancy.
This year has been just so awful. Last week, last month, all just awful. I spent the remainder of last month crying, I had to deal with horrible trauma and PTSD just from someone standing at me (his body language) causing all kinds of trauma resurgence. I am so sad, and it's not fair and I just feel like screaming. I look at these photos and the little videos I took and think to myself it can't possibly be true, he can't possibly be gone so soon. Not after everything that's happened already this year. Surely, there must be some mistake. Not my baby.
It's just so sad: animals are perfect and they give us everything they have: perfect and unconditional love, and they're with us for such a short amount of time. If life were fair, which it's obviously not, and the length of life was based on our capacity to love and the purity of our hearts, our animal friends would out live us all.
For right now, I am just so heartsick, and I will miss our sweet little angel, who is now the cutest angel of them all. See you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, you precious little darling.
If you do nothing else today, hug your pets. Hug them and give them a treat and tell you how much you love them.
These are from when we first got him:
this was just from December:
My mom posted this one on her blog and is excited about how many "views" it's had. I don't care about views. I want our baby back.
Goodbye, sweet baby.
