My dog Missy, a red-haired Pekingese, passed away this morning. She was old and she’d had a stroke a few weeks ago. She was in pain, wasn’t acting like herself, and was swelling. We let her go.
But it hurts.
This is the fourth pet I lost this year. (Two lived with me, the other two were my parents’ dogs that they’d gotten when I was in middle school so I still counted them as my pets too.)
I’ve had enough of 2005.