I hate to make a Monday even more of a downer, but this is a sad post, folks. So if you can’t stomach it, I totally understand. Here’s your out.
It is with the heaviest of hearts that I must let you know that we’ve suffered two major losses recently.
First, and foremost, is my sweetest yellow dog, Chance. At the ripe old age of 13, he passed away from cancer. You would have hardly known he was sick right up until the very, very end. It has actually been a couple of months now that he’s been gone…I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it. This dog…I have no words to express what this dog meant to me; long before the Texan entered our lives, it was just he and I. He was my constant companion through good times and bad, and I think my heart will never not be broken.
More recently, we also lost Millie-bird (a few days ago, in fact). She succumbed to an ailment that the vet could only describe as ‘reproductive issues’ (incidentally, this was not egg-binding, or any of the usual suspects; it was on-going and had the vet completely perplexed). I didn’t think I was going to be that person who rushed a sick chicken to the vet…but, as it turns out, I am. And apparently, I am also that person who
cries bawls over the loss of a chicken. Millie was my favorite: friendly, cuddly, funny, talkative–I could go on and on but I think I have aired out my crazy enough for one day.
And while I am doing a bit of tearful remembering, I want to give a spot to someone that you all don’t know. Hogan has been gone for almost three years now…long before I started this blog. But, he too, is an enormous hole in my heart. He was a hysterical, bouncy, slobbery ball of boxer-love; completely one of a kind.