I woke up this morning and found Snoopé dead.
It breaks my heart.
After all those years of mistreatment he only got to have a short few months with us.
I keep wanting to scream that it can’t be real, we almost lost Sasha two days ago. Snoopé was FINE! In fact, he was better than fine: his hair had grown back! His ears were clear of infection! What teeth he had looked a hundred times better! He had toys, bones, healthy food, went on walks every day! He was happy, playful, ate great, drank great, didn’t struggle with going to the bathroom too much or too little, and even led the other dogs on a walk as usual yesterday.
I can’t believe it, I’m shocked. I don’t get it, it doesn’t make sense.
I know what people mean now when they describe their reality as being like a nightmare you can’t wake up from.
I didn’t realized I even loved him, how much he meant to me.