Today we made a tough choice and we said goodbye to my little scoobs as he went into his forever sleep. We buried him him in my grans back garden and he has his own little grave that I can visit.
I walked into my house and collapsed. It’s wrong that he wasn’t there. Isn’t there. Won’t be there again for me to cuddle and fuss and play. He was a little shit but he is my little shit.
I don’t want to be in the house but leaving means coming back to an empty house.
It’s not fair that I won’t get any more memories with him. It’s not fair that tonight if I get any sleep I won’t wake up to him kicking me or even biting me. I won’t wake up to his little face or him standing on me. I don’t get any more chances to show him life isn’t all bad and he’s loved so much.
I hope, wherever he is, he knows how much we all loved and continue to love him and won’t hold it against us when we eventually get another dog.
I miss you, you little shit. Love you. Rest In Peace. I’ll see you in another life but feel free to visit me in the mean time.