Back in January, shortly after his 15th birthday, we found out my little dog, Griffin was sick.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much.
We knew he wasn’t feeling well. And we knew, at 15 he was quite old. We knew once he turned 13 or so that pretty much any day could be his last. In fact, our last big vacation with him, up to Mendocino, we said we knew that that would be the last one he’d go on with us.
So we made the most of that trip. And we made sure that any trip we took without him, we always had someone staying back at the apartment with him.
Almost two months, to the day, we found out that his brother, Charlie was also sick.
For some reason, there weren’t as many tears. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t as sad. I think it was honestly easier to say good-bye to him since were weren’t dealing with emergency room visits. And again, we saw how skinny he was getting. We weren’t really surprised.
Here’s a photo we took a couple days before we said good-bye to Griffin. We knew once he started letting the cat snuggle that he must not have been feeling well. But at the same time, this is such an adorable photo. It really shows how close they were. Where one went, the other went.
Now, months later, we’re both still grieving. But things are getting easier.
And we’re starting to talk about getting some new, fuzzy little ones. Not today. Not tomorrow. But soon.