I had to say good bye to my poor wee boy today. He wasn’t even seven, and I miss him so much already.
This is the second Friday 13th of the year and they couldn’t have been more opposite.
The first was full of hope as I placed the deposit on this gorgeous flat, and started the next leg of this journey called life.
Today is full of despair. The vet has told me that my beautiful boy, has a stomach cavity full of lumps and is too pale and small to survive and anaesthetic, and even if he did she is doubtful that they could remove everything she can feel, so there is only one course of action.
I cannot stop crying.