So, my dog died today. I mean, I kinda saw it coming. He’d had arthritis for a while and recently he’d been having trouble getting up. Then this week he started moving really slow and he seemed kind of out of it. And the past couple days he’d just lay there and not move. My dad had to carry him outside so he could pee, but he wouldn’t stand up on his own. He wouldn’t eat. Even when I tried to make him eat, he’d just turn the other way.
It just… seeing him like this was really heartbreaking. We had him for 11 years, so he had a pretty long life for a dog his size. And he still acted like a puppy up until a couple weeks ago. I’m glad that he’s not suffering anymore and all; it just sucks. This on top of the wreck on top of moving: I just feel a whole lot of suck right now. I’m really gonna miss this derp.