The Mourning After
So, I was determined to see how long I could write before I started crying, but seeing as I've been crying since I walked in the door, that would be completely pointless. I find it amazing how much he has been a part of my growing up, without my having ever realizing it. I was talking with my parents today, and then should've/could've/would've's all came out. Had he made it till the morning, we'd have taken him to the vet, to see if there was anything we could have done for him. I guess it wasn't meant to be, cause we lost him last night. He's been with us since we moved into this house ten years ago. And walking in after work and not hearing him barking, or seeing his water bowl, or hearing my dad ask him if he wants cheese is so hard. It's like I almost expected him to be around forever, and unconciously that's what I did. I think that's why this is so hard, cause I was just not expecting him to die. And to have been there when it happened.... All that's left is my baby quilt Mami put him on to make him more comfortable as he slept, and where he died...
I miss my puppy....
I miss my puppy....