Today, our darling girl went to heaven. Her condition had been deteriorating for some time, and we thought it was nearing time. We brought her into the vet for a quality of life assessment. The vet noticed that a mass had started to form in her stomach. It was time.
It was far more difficult than I expected. We knew this day would come, but it was still the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe she was only 2 and a half years old. I’m alternatively “okay” and feeling like I have a rock on my chest. I can’t believe she’s really gone.
I miss her so much. I loved her so much. I hope to feel normal again at some point.