Last night I had to say goodbye to my Andre. When we got home he was struggling to breathe and couldn’t lift his head up more than an inch to greet us. He made these sounds that would break your heart so we bundled him up in a big towel and our vet stayed late to meet us. It was clear the end was coming too fast so we said our goodbyes, told him how much we loved him and wished him god speed. It was maybe the most heartbreaking moment I’ve ever experienced in my life.
It seemed important to him that he waited for us and I’m very grateful. I wish we’d gotten home a little faster so he wouldn’t have had to wait so long.
I miss him more than I know how to say. I’m not religious, but I hope wherever he is there are lots of new and exciting places for him to sleep.