Not now

Wednesday, August 2, 2023

I can’t lose him, not now, it will break me.

My dog. I’m talking about my dog, Montana. He’s not doing so well. He can’t make it down the stairs anymore. His hip dysplasia is so bad that it’s painful to watch him try to walk. He slipped down the stairs when I got home because he was trying to get to me. The boyfriend had to pick him up and carry him down. The rest of the night did not get any better.

I spent most of the night coming to terms that his time with me will be up sooner than I am prepared for. I will keep him as long as I can, until his quality of life is at the tipping point. I don’t want him to be in pain. He still has a good disposition, he doesn’t whine or cry or whimper. He still gets excited when I come home. He still follows me around and stays at my feet. This is so difficult to even type. I’m doing so through blurry eyes. I’ve been crying for hours.

He has such a large piece of my heart.