His age has finally caught up with him. My fur baby is struggling to move. To help ease his pain I place a heating pad on his poor aching body. Naps are longer. He’s also eating less, even the foods he enjoys. Chuy has always been my little shadow. When he’s not following me everywhere, he begs me to carry him. And when I do carry him he places his head against my lips so I can smother him with kisses. I can feel his heartbeat and I wonder if he could hear my heart breaking. I can’t imagine not having him in my life. What will I do with myself once he’s gone?
“And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up.”-Charles Dickens