Its been over a week since I lost my buddy. At least I was holding him when he died.
It really affected me. The depression didn’t really hit me until I came home and he wasn’t there to greet me. Since then all I did was wander around the house with audio novels playing on my laptop. My home is small and has a very open plan so I can hear it from anywhere in the house.
I know the last eight years of his eighteen-year life were filled with love. He was a rescue so I don’t know about his first years. But he did have a long life so I guess I did something right.
I got up each morning and cooked him breakfast. He liked bacon and soft scrambled eggs with cheese.