I’m not sure what to say but I’ve been dreading this for a long time.
I couldn’t look at his corpse the way everyone else was.
They don’t understand.
They never do.
But this is why in general I dislike “excitement” because it’s like everyone ignores whats in front of them. Rarely a moment for pause.
And with the dog having a bad heart? I felt the best thing was to slow down to comfort him. He always wanted to rest in my lap when it’s just me and him. That’s the moments I cherished most.
They don’t get me. They made me say goodbye to a ■■■■■■■ corpse. That’s not him… It never was. It’s no one. No one is a corpse or a cheap clone. No one…
I’m so sorry. You’ll see him in heaven, honey, or maybe sooner, the spirit carries on, dogs are so loyal, they don’t want to leave you. Much love right now.