When you adopt a pet, you automatically sign yourself up for this, but you don’t think about that part when you’re adopting your new fur baby. Someone once told me the “worst part of pet ownership is when they leave us.” Hands down, 150% true.
Even when you know your pet is older or “getting up there in age” it’s still never expected, or at least for me it’s not (probably because I live optimistically in denial when it comes to things like this). Even though we’ve been dealing with a handful of health issues for Bandit over the past year, and more recently this last month, he took an unexpected, dramatic turn downward in a day. Yesterday we spent all day at the vet and then the emergency vet.
Last night I held Bandit in my arms and said goodbye to my sweet sweet fur baby as he crossed that rainbow bridge.
It’s a crazy story how a dog found in Louisiana ended up with me, but I won’t go into those details except to say I’m glad he did, and I hope he’s up there back to his young, playful, energetic, spunky self as he’s chasing and barking at those balls.
Thank you for the last 13 years my sweet (and sometimes stubborn) boy. The house already feels so empty without you.
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