First time in a while I make an actual post...
I just got off the phone with my aunt. Apparently, it looks like the dog she's had for 15 years (a pekingese) is going to be put to sleep tomorrow because he's gotten to ill to even walk.
I...
Honestly, I can't even imagine how she must be feeling.
Hell, I still remember when I first saw him all those years ago. When I called her and she first told me about it, I could hear her crying and just breaking down in general. Every time the subject would go back to him, I'd try to steer the conversation to something else. Grandma tells me that she's been crying a lot and I guess it's not entirely unsurprising.
She really loved that dog, everybody in the family did.
It's gonna be a weird feeling whenever I'm able to visit them, not seeing him sleeping on his bed, hearing him bark.
I...
Honestly, I can't even imagine how she must be feeling.
Hell, I still remember when I first saw him all those years ago. When I called her and she first told me about it, I could hear her crying and just breaking down in general. Every time the subject would go back to him, I'd try to steer the conversation to something else. Grandma tells me that she's been crying a lot and I guess it's not entirely unsurprising.
She really loved that dog, everybody in the family did.
It's gonna be a weird feeling whenever I'm able to visit them, not seeing him sleeping on his bed, hearing him bark.