We finally made the painful decision to put our dog, Cheeko, to sleep this week. Even though I had known for a few months that he had heart failure and was going to die, this has still been unbelievably hard. All of a sudden there are no toenails tapping their way down the hallway, no wet nose to meet me at the door, and empty spots all around the house where the beds and food dishes once were. I'm struggling to understand why the loss of a yappy little ankle biter is hitting me so hard, especially in a world where people endure far greater hardships. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones?
I have some really cute pictures of Jack playing in the snow that I'll upload soon. I'm just not feeling it today...
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