Monday, May 30, 2016
My Love, My Heart, My Soul, My Dingo
On May 9th I lost my baby to liver failure. The day I found out how sick he was, was the last day we had. He wanted to come home from the vet office, so we brought him home. He died at home, where he was loved more than anything.
My Beloved Street Beast, I always have, and always will love you more than I could ever begin to describe. I hope you know.
It's always later than we think it is.
It still hurts so bad to talk about him, and I know it will for a very long, long time. But I will. Just not tonight.