He is gone. The pain is finally over.
It is ironic ; I went to bed after finally writting down my feelings about my sick dog, and in the morning, I was woken up by my dad who asked if I wanted to tell Pooky goodbye. The decision had finally been made ; we could not let him suffer any longer. Obviously, I said goodbye. He was shivering, his eyes would barely lift to meet ours. But I want to remember him as he used to be ; the joyful little fur ball that I would so often pick on, like one would do with a little brother. I always called him stupid and stinky... But I loved this stupid and stinky little boy with all of my heart.
I cried much more than I expected myself to. As a matter of fact, I cried again today, just looking at a picture ! Like my mother said '' What is wrong with us, caring about those little fur balls, so much?! '' Hahah. Our family won't be the same anymore, but I'm really happy he sticked around with us for so long...
I wanna thank you girls for your sweet and supportive comments. You are the best !! <3 ALRIGHT NOW. Back to the fangirly entries, starting now, hah. With a bonus pic, under the cut.
That is him and my current cat, Garrus, around christmas. Me and my mom were working hard on the christmas tree, and those lazy babies were just living the life, hah ! It's not the best picture but I don't wanna go looking trought all of my pictures right now and start crying like a baby, haha !