Lost my dog this morning at 10:36
I kept it together for my wife and kid; because I felt like I had to. I went out to drink to deter my thoughts but I woke up at 230am and now it’s almost 6 and I can’t keep it together. This grief is hitting me like a train going full speed.
His name was Yeezy. He was only 8 yrs old; what initially was a blockage caused by a piece of string. Which we had surgery done to clear turned into IBD and then what the vet presumed was Lymphoma. We gave him every medicine and tried everything but in the end after two hard months he didn’t make it. He wasted away went from 16 lbs to barely 8.
My three year old doesn’t know what death is and he keeps asking when his dog is going to get better.
I guess I just needed a place to vent.