On August 29, 22, a part of my soul, my heart, died with him ? He was 13.5 years old. Of these, he was with me only 9.5 years. Oncology, damn it, spares no one

And I know that we tried, we did our best, but he just gave up ? I saw him die, I felt his strength leave him… He burned out in literally 2 weeks ?? I thought that I was much stronger, I can handle it,

but the pain of loss breaks my heart to smithereens… It’s some kind of hell, I’m just at the bottom.. I don’t know how else to describe my condition today ?

At night I wake up in a cold sweat and listen … and suddenly, my claws will click on the floor and go to the kitchen to a bowl of water I didn’t raise my hand to remove his bedding, toys, bowls, throw away his toothbrush ? I wake up every morning and look for him. But realizing the reality,

I roar like a beluga and scream in pain into the pillow God, how much I loved him ? Everyone told me – you can’t love and idolize a dog like that … And I just laughed in response, saying – How could it be otherwise? ?

He was such a mother’s boy. Always by my side, followed me everywhere. When, God forbid, I disappeared from his field of vision, he frantically began to look for me. The husband laughed, said – What, did you lose your mother? Lord, how long we went together, how many sores we cured ?

And how we hid with him in the bath from fireworks every New Year, and in the summer from thunder We had a truly cosmic connection He was amazing, wonderful, understanding, so dear, my boy I will never forget him ??